At the Very End of It All
At the very end of it,
life that is ..
Not even a blackness
or dark exists ..
No hunger, no feeling,
no pain or desires ..
Oh’ how glorious an
outcome that
thing we all call death
must surely
and truly bequeath us
at the end,
of our very long lives ..
Yet still be aware,
if one can only believe
hard, long or
indeed, deep enough ..
Then between us,
we can make sure it
becomes much
less of an uncertain
destination
and not just be known
as the souls final
resting place or destiny ..
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Neville (
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....it’s not a void but a gentle release from hunger, pain, and desire; but as a radiant arrival shaped by hope and gratitude.
When we share deep faith, its uncertainty softens into a familiar passage we navigate together.
I sense you got it .. and thanks for reaching out arqios .. that means a lot .. Neville
Here for yah, Nev👍🏻but I guess you already sensed that as well🙏🏻🕊️
For some a welcome release for others a chance to reunite with passed loved ones, and for others the start of the next journey, enjoyed the read, making me have a think, very good to see you back Neville
Many thanks my friend .. that'll do nicely .. very nicely indeed .. Kindest Regards, Neville
You are very welcome
Neville, in my carefully curated and quite short list of possibilities, your carefully crafted proposition is right up there.
Faved so I can find it again.
Cheers Dave, how excruciatingly kind of you .. now I know that wasn't your intention brother Dog but when I get over emotional like this, I get flashbacks & they hurt and aint pretty .. Neville
I'm obviously an insensitive lout... Your piece bought forth only an old speculation re the uncertainty of my final destination.
Probably incapable of deeper analysis, thus maybe I should not have contributed at all - Sorry!
it wouldn't have felt the same without you Dave .. so no need to be sorry on that score .. and anyway, it's the pain that reminds me I'm alive .. Neville
...just , by the sound of it - get well and stay that way, Neville
Neville, this sits with death not in fear, but with a beautiful kind of reverence. The tone is like a whisper...half letting go, half reaching for meaning. I appreciate how you hold both surrender and hope in the same breath, unflinchingly. Well done, my friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Also, 🍻!
You just made an old fella who feels much older than his years mount up to these days smile big my friend .. thank you so much .. Neville
Good write N. I feel as if I've come in at the beginning... lol.
You aint far off for a mouse or summat ..
It's got it's attractions I'll admit that! Hi there.
Hey, hi Lorna .. it feels like forever .. Cheers n all that jazz .. Neville
Spoken by whom was wrested from Death's grasp not so long ago, your tale far prettier than the ghastly accounts I've been privy to by halves over the decades, your delightful manner of rendering the experience, then subtly and adroitly twisting the whole around to address a hopeful future leaves me dragging my jaw off the ground. La dee. Is it really and truly just as you've related? I wonder, frankly, especially in light of the Scriptures. How beautifully rendered as if exceptionally, with excellent imagery and a deeply haunting poignancy. Thank you so very much for sharing, Sir.
Sheeeeeeeeesh kebabs m'ady .. You just made even me scars blush bright red, so ya just did .. Neville
And you, Sir, know how to make me blush when you reply. What a pair we make.
Excellent write Nevilie
Thank you kindly Tiny
You're welcome
I hope you're doing better, my friend. Your poem "At the Very End of It All" revolves around the concept of death and its implications. The poet reflects on death as a finality that is devoid of pain, desire, and suffering, portraying it as a peaceful outcome.
I'm doing okay, bless you my friend .. & thank you for sharing your poetic insight, I really do appreciate it .. Neville
I have long thought that death is not something to be feared but rather welcomed. It to me is nature's justice, fair to all since none escape. It frees for pain and sadness. I have always seen the grim reaper as a kindly soul and the boatman as a guide on a otherwise perilous journey. Life to me is a cycle, maybe not conscious but a return to where one came and a growth in something else, even if rock or bacteria. A reincarnation not for perfection or becoming something greater but just for being and experiencing, as cells, molecules, atoms, being something new. A wonderful read that carries a tinge of melancholy. A fave
It seems we think similarly on the subject at hand .. Many sincere thanks for reaching out my friend .. a much appreciated visit .. Neville
My pleasure Neville so glad to read your works again
i like your take on our final destination
let's hope it is a release for all
Bless you .. I hope so too ............ eventually
so do I ..
take care and have a great weekend
Your poem seems to revolve around the contemplation of death and its implications. The poet presents death not as something to be feared, but rather as a state of peace and liberation from the struggles of life, such as pain, desires, and hunger. The philosophical understanding of death suggests it is an inevitable transition that can be viewed in a positive light. The poem invites readers to reflect on their perceptions of mortality and the possibility of crafting a more optimistic outlook on the end of life.
You really are good at this game my dear Friendship .. Thank you once again my friend .. Neville
Dear Neville,I apologize for overanalyzing this. As a hypersensitive individual, I possess a naturally analytical mindset. Throughout my life, I have consistently approached problems with a meticulous eye for detail. My unique perspective allows me to discern aspects that others may overlook. When interpreting poetry, I dedicate considerable time to comprehending the underlying message, often requiring 20-30 minutes to fully grasp the meaning. I must carefully examine each element, synthesize the information, and identify any missing components before forming a conclusion. I regret overthinking your poem, as this is an inherent aspect of my nature. I will strive to be more concise in my analysis.
When I said you were good at this game .. I meant it and appreciate every single word .. Don't ever dare change dear Friendship, you are great just as you are .. Neville 💛👍
I thank you, my friend, for explaining. I misunderstood you. Thank you again for your kind comment.
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