Embrace the darkness, my dear,
keep hold my hand.
Listen to the quiet.
Many have come before you,
many shall follow.
Breathe slowly, slower still,
until your body dissipates.
Darkness will become light
as we soar into the cosmos
feeling peace among the stars.
Written for dVerse, for both Monday’s quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, sans title) which required the word “keep” and today’s Poetics which asks us to write in someway about black/darkness. Photo from pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
I looked for this on Mr Linky on dVerse and could not find it. A most satisfying poem. Sadly tbis brings to mind the day I told Mama it was okay to let go abd release her spirit. A beautiful write.
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Thank you, Toni. I was traveling so missed Kim’s quadrille with “keep” so just posted it to today’s Tuesday Poetics with HA — to deal with black – I interpreted it as darkness. Glad you enjoyed this and yes….that’s exactly as I felt with my mother as she died. I held her hand, bent so close to her ear, her eyes closed and in the darkness and told her to go to the light. I understand. It truly is giving the okay for them to leave. So very hard.
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Embracing the darkness can be good, especially when you have some company to explore its depths. A lovely verse! I like the idea of dissipating and finding peace among the stars. š
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Thank you!
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The second time I read this, so much more jumped out. That sense of slowly and coming apart is just lovely.
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Thank you, Carol. Your words are truly appreciated here.
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I love the darkness… how else could the stars appear so bright?
Would you enjoy the sunshine without the shadows?
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Yes….I so agree, Bjorn.
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This is beautiful Lillian.
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Late to my replies….but thank you so very much, Linda. Your words are truly appreciated!
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I hope I go like that. Into a lighted void.
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I like to think we depart into a brightly lit cosmos…..and reside forever among the stars.
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Being accompanied would be so much better than alone…
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I agree…..Even though I was with my mother when she died, holding her hand, bending down saying into her ear, “Go to the light mom. Look for dad there.” — I do think that ultimately we each must face death alone. I wish it were not so….I wish to have someone’s hand holding ours and helping us in the transition. I hope I did that even the tiniest bit form my mum.
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This lifted me and carried me away Lillian, quite captivating!
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Thank you, Rob. Very kind words you’ve written indeed.
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Those near-death experiences teach us that a companion awaits. We slide in alone, but go out accompanied–your poem to God’s ear.
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What wonderful words you’ve replied with here, Glenn. Thank you.
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Nice lines: “Darkness will become light
as we soar into the cosmos”
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Thank you, Frank. I like to think there is light in death.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, Roslyn.
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I liked the transition from blackness to light in the Cosmos!
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Me too. I much prefer the idea of death as a lightening and brightening rather than a darkness.
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Yes, a much better end result!
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A lovely combination of the two prompts, Lill, and a poignant response. It reminded me of holding my mumās hand the day before she passed. I love the ending lines so much ā I hope that is what happens.
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I too held my mother’s hand as she lie dying….I leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Go to the light mom. I’m sure dad is waiting for you there. Find the light.” I truly hope death is a moving into the brightness of the cosmos rather than a descending into darkness.
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The strength of this is in the company, a connectedness to the end.
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Yes. And I like to think of a “handing off” to a dear one’s waiting hand across the divide as well.
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That’s a beautiful vision. (K)
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Thank you.
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We really need both to bring the value of each.
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Thank you for your words, Mary.
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What a lovely portrayal of the final journey. Beautifully written!
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Thank you, Beverly. Let it be so.
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It’s like listening to the counsel of the Spirit as we surrender our last breath. Beautiful and comforting, even when facing the black! Bravo!
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Thank you, Frank. I prefer to think the darkness does indeed turn to light as we transition.
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A dreamy poem that you can curl up with.
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Thank you! I definitely need a cup of hot cocoa and a good poem or book to curl up with right now….it is cold and dreary outside my window here in Boston! š¦
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NY hits 21ĀŗF. tomorrow. Thanks, Lillian.
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