When Death Comes: A Poem

When death comes

It kicks up soul dust

The kind in which sorrow

Is mixed

With joy

Of times

Past

Remembered

Glad

In the heart that someone is as rest…

When death comes

It kicks up soul dust

The kind in which some people

Glee in the passing…

Because of conflicts unresolved

A wound crusted over

By time and neglect

That has not ever been properly addressed

And dressed to be healed…

Which creates a sneer

Under the veneer

Of condolences…

(You got what you deserved)

When death comes

It kicks up soul dust

The kind in which mixed emotions

Become a fog

Through which the soul and heart

Must peer

Into a vast vacuum

Of darkness

And light

(Because!

God IS there…

Death does not and will not have the last word, be reminded)

When death comes

It kicks up soul dust

Which creates a sandstorm within

As the heart tries to make

Sense of emotions

That suddenly merge out of streams of sorrow

And lakes of slippery fear

Into rivers of unresolved anger called rage

And then into the ocean of the human soul

That is always being look at from the shore

Of humanness

And never fully comprehended

But seen clearly only by the eyes of God.

© Jim Kane 2011

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