Since time began
Man has tried to understand
Death.
The ceasing of life –
Always shrouded in mystery and fear,
But finally, let it be clear…

Death is merely a transition –
A change of condition.
There is no need to cry and wail
When one leaves the body’s jail
And once again is free to fly
Simply not seen by your eye.

Spirit’s really what you are
Free to travel near and far
Limitless with no real bounds
News that some it does astound.
But hear us when we say to you:
Greater things they are your due.

When you pass from earthly life,
No longer will you deal with strife.
So pity not the ones who die.
In no coffin do they lie,
But wander freely, like a cloud,
Far freer than your earth allowed.