In the quiet of the night, I ponder,
Life’s fleeting moments, like whispers, wander.
What is this body but a transient shell,
A vessel for the soul, a tale to tell?

When the final breath takes flight,
Fear not the shadows, nor the fading light.
For death is but a door to the Divine,
A return to the source where souls entwine.

Each heartbeat echoes a sacred song,
A reminder that we’ve never been wrong.
In the dance of existence, we learn to see,
That death is the path to eternity.

So embrace the journey, each rise and fall,
For in love and loss, we find the all.
When the time comes to bid this world adieu,
Know that you return to the One, ever true.