Somehow

Garth Rakumakoe

Somehow I know

life never dies

 

It can never not be life

It can never not live

It never partakes in the hymns

we sing lamenting death

as we watch coffins sink

Somehow I know

what we call death is but a baton

in a race of life’s own morphosis

and longing for itself,

well on its never ending journey

into forever, free

and never entombed

 

With the triumphant surety

of the daisies that bloom

from the bed of a grave

somehow, I just know

  • Author: Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 2nd, 2021 14:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Draven

    Really like this one. Nice flow and style too.

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Thank you Draven. Much appreciated.

    • Goldfinch60

      So true Garth, we do not die, we only leave this to move on into our Spirit that goes on to infinity.

      Andy

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        I hear you Andy. Thank you for the read and the time sir.

      • spilleronsheet

        So profound words and such a great philosophy
        It’s wonderfully expressed

      • SharonMoemise

        Absolutely magnificent writing style. You never cease to amaze



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