The passing from this place unto the next is best when gently done.
Why struggle against the arms of Love as they try to enfold me?
Why fear the gentle call of my all-knowing God?
All is well. We are safe. This is nothing at all.
The love I’ve lived and the life I’ve breathed does not pass away.
My treasures are stored in your heart and shine out of your eyes.
When we no longer see my body lying here, please don’t be fooled.
I am not gone. I’ll be right here. This is nothing at all.