Just a Doorway ( Death) – written by Florence Mary – March, 1998.

Webmasters note: This is a very short writing but like usual, I felt the pull to include this one. Death speaks, but no fear.

 

I have not come to take anything important from you. Instead I have come to you as a doorway to new life. You cannot help where you are at this moment. If you really understood me you might not welcome me, and yet you would not fight me. 

Just try to understand my role in life. I am not an ending and I am not a beginning. The angels wept at your leaving even as your earthly loved ones rejoiced at your coming. They may weep when you leave and yet the angels will rejoice when you return home. 

I am death, the doorway to eternity. I am peace from earthly strife. I am love waiting with open arms to hold you but for just a moment before you emerge like a butterfly, from the cocoon of life. You may fight your disease with all of your might for it is the enemy. But I am your peace in this moment over which you have no control. I am a doorway, just a doorway!

 

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Steven

52 year old artist (Obelious Arts & Photography), outdoorsman, nature lover, spirit lover and one of Florence Mary's closest friends. Currently existing in Nelson BC, Canada.