Dimensions of Dying....

The coldly creeping hand of death

is rapping on the door

the spirits from another plane

unlike they were before

 

And down the long dark hallway

a stirring sound is heard

the restless breath of living

has uttered its last word

 

The aching cries of loved ones

do echo through the trees

a symphony of sadness

sending angels to their knees

 

The hallowed ground is opened

the box is lain within

an empty reservation

free from bondages of sin