The vultures stood tall
on the clock tower,
looking ominous on
that gray rainy day.
I wondered who had
they come for.
Had they come for me,
was it time for
confession and redemption.
Was it time for the soul
to be naked and exposed.
I'm not afraid to die,
there's an army of angels
waiting for me,
holding lanterns in the dark,
shining a light through the path
of eternity.
I'm not afraid to die,
but I am afraid to leave you.
I'm afraid your soul
will saturate
with pain
and that your laughter will cease.
I fear that my arms
won't stretch long enough
for you to feel my embrace.
I fear that you would think
I left you,
that I failed you.
I'm not afraid to die,
but I fear that no one
will love you the way I do.
I wish for you to live,
I ask you to inhale the universe
and be one with it.
Peel the layers of life
and taste the sweet nectar.
Skip through the stars
and rejoice in every small miracle
that disguises itself as ordinary.
Awaken your senses
and open your heart,
that is what I wish for you
my love.
This poem is dedicated to my boys. (yes, you too babe)
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A great wish for them indeed, take it all in at ones feed
ReplyDeletei think no one can love like a mother does... and they know... smiles... my daughter who is in costa rica right now left me a note that always when she feels a bit homesick, she reads my poems and she finds me in them... i hope she as well will when i'm long gone...smiles
ReplyDeleteFine wishes, finely crafted. Nice writing, Ayala.
ReplyDeleteSteve K.
Interesting contemplation of the large questions, from a brave and appropriate viewpoint, I think. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis is very sweet Ayala - worthy and honest thoughts ... the sadness of death is mostly the survivors..
ReplyDeleteI love the lack of fear presented even through the flying vultures, which is a pretty awful image. The way you present a charge toward death with no fear is inspiring, and the ache expressed over leaving loved ones behind is tender. Great to see you, Ayala :)
ReplyDeleteIf I write too much praise about this piece, I'd be too full of pride, Ayala.
ReplyDeleteBecause it is filled with so MANY of my thoughts, beliefs.
Only thing is YOU make them all so palatable, understandable. Agreeable.
I LIKE and appreciate!
I am not afraid of death - although actually dying might not be a comfortable experience. Like you, what bothers me most about my mortality is the effect that my death might have on those whom I have to leave behind. After a major illness 18 months ago, this is no longer something that is the stuff of my nightmares; it was very close to becoming reality. Thankfully I recovered to enjoy more of life with those whom I love most dearly, but now I know how precious every moment really is.
ReplyDeletesome very real emotions in there...not afraid to die as to what it means for those you love...and what they will be left to deal with in your passing...and life without us there to protect or guide them.....
ReplyDeletewow, I read this aloud and it really touched me... I appreciate how you gave us a point of view from your loved ones... instead of the typical "I'm a rebel, I'm not afraid blah blah me me me" shtick... lovely!
ReplyDeleteLove carries on even after we are gone.... This is so filled with love and beauty and truth.... The most precious of life's gifts.
ReplyDeletep.s. thanks so much for your well-wishes. xo
Yes, I think most mothers can relate to your beautifully put thoughts. Heartfelt write Ayala!
ReplyDelete*many mothers at least lol
DeleteNot afraid to die but, afraid of the suffering for those left behind..you always
ReplyDeletewrite with a full heart..
Your wish is so beautiful, ayala. Tender. Wise. And full of magic, too. That the ordinary stretches into the extraordinary if you look at it the right way.
ReplyDeleteNice invocation of reminders. Every time I see vultures, I check myself.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet. :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely Ayala..death is indeed not so much sad for the one passing from this life but for the ones who remain. such a beautiful wish..indeed we hope that our loved ones can move on into the fullness of life should we have to leave them
ReplyDeleteAyala this is exquisite… so full of love… I can relate well to the feelings, the desires for your beloveds if you pass before they do.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Death is hardest on the love left behind.
ReplyDeleteI hear you on this one, Ayala. It is very hard to think about how those who are left behind will cope with the loss. The one who leaves has it easier than those who mourn and have to find a way of dealing with life without the loved one.
ReplyDeleteThis is so nice. You captured what most of us feel - no fear of death, but fear for our loved ones. I feel so sad at the thought of my husband, daughter, grandchildren missing me. Yet, there's a delight in this thought. It means they love me. The pain in the event of your absence will be a sign of their love for you.
ReplyDeleteWhen death looks us in face............
ReplyDeleteI like that you dedicated this poem to your sons but that it can also read as a love poem to one's soulmate. Beautiful and effective words!
ReplyDeleteAyala, Wordpress is kicking me off, but this poem is so beautiful....like the great "Befreit" by Strauss...the same leave taking, the same moving sentiment...can't read either your poem or Strauss without tears.
ReplyDeleteBrava.
Lady Nyo
Next best thing to reading something from your boys is writing something for them. Happy to come by and partake. Thanks for your visit and comment.
ReplyDeleteVery moving.
ReplyDeleteLove this. So heartfelt and full of love.
ReplyDeleteLovely words and wishes for your sons (and husband?) to cherish now and at some time in the far-distant future.
ReplyDeleteThese words resonated with me. Love and sadness all intertwined. xoxo
ReplyDeleteA very heartfelt poem that describes this universal fears especially of a mother. So wonderful that you have such faith. K.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful Ayala. You have such a powerful faith and love, and I just adore your wish for them...this especially:
ReplyDeleteSkip through the stars
and rejoice in every small miracle
that disguises itself as ordinary.
This is so powerfully expressive ... loved the piece :-)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely breathtaking! I especially like:
ReplyDeleteI fear that my arms
won't stretch long enough
for you to feel my embrace.
How beautiful. Having faced death, I too found it wasn't dying that I fear, but more regret about not being able to live...though I do believe we still live.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write ayala. Lots to reflect on. Near death can be an epoch making episode for the better! Great!
ReplyDeleteHank