Theme: Death

Birth and burial

Life began from the ground,
the seed of Adam, fruit of Eve.
Planted with water in the garden,
and birth brought fourth sons.

Life begets joy and sorrow,
two sides of a coin, bittersweet.
Both grew in equal measures,
as growth begot growth.

Life believes in the ending,
a burial ground, a final breath.
Some calls it death and decay,
For others, it's life anew.

- GS


Death at the Door

Death knocks at the door of this one,
he recognizes not the time of his leaving,
opened the door out of curiosity,
was snatched away and seen no more.

Death knocks at the door of another,
this time she has expected his coming,
she greeted him like an old friend,
he took her by the hand to a land faraway.

Death knocks at the door once again,
his hand dry and old and pale as snow,
but know that if he greets at the door,
there is no time left to regret anymore.

- GS