What is death?

Does it steal you

from the ones you love

and the peaceful, scintillating places

that make you most happy?

What is death?

Does it save you

from the laborious hands of life

taking you swiftly through the air

to God's saving?

What is death?

Does it send you

to the gleaming Gates of Heaven

or to eternal perdition

as soon as you close your eyes?

What is death?

Does it seize you,

from you, it takes your memories

clearing away the familiar voices

that gave you comfort all the while?

Or is it always in view?

A part of you

guiding like a hand on your shoulder

motivating all choices

because existing is the ending.

What is death?