What if Death
What if death were not a thief,
but rather, a set of wings
whose warm feathers could lovingly sweep us
into the place where souls find rest?
What if death were not a cruel blade,
cutting our lives from the vine?
What if death were a shelter, a place to preserve love
in the velvet expanse of its wings,
keeping it safe from life’s storms?
What if death were not a matter of decay,
but rather, a process of shifting energy, a soul’s journey
from its flesh-bone home to its new address in eternity’s embrace?
What if death did not taste like salty tears,
but rather, like the dew in a garden
where love and peace bloom
forever?
but rather, a set of wings
whose warm feathers could lovingly sweep us
into the place where souls find rest?
What if death were not a cruel blade,
cutting our lives from the vine?
What if death were a shelter, a place to preserve love
in the velvet expanse of its wings,
keeping it safe from life’s storms?
What if death were not a matter of decay,
but rather, a process of shifting energy, a soul’s journey
from its flesh-bone home to its new address in eternity’s embrace?
What if death did not taste like salty tears,
but rather, like the dew in a garden
where love and peace bloom
forever?
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Author: Rica Lewis
Image: @penelope_dullaghan/Instagram
Editor: Callie Rushton
Copy Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Social Editor: Sara Kärpänen
Image: @penelope_dullaghan/Instagram
Editor: Callie Rushton
Copy Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Social Editor: Sara Kärpänen
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