The Passage

The Passage

He died that night
Out went his light
Disoriented and in disbelief
No more pain, a body’s relief

He thought he was dead
Or just loosing his head
No one told him about after life
Borne on confusion, inner strife

New birth into death
Feeling caught in a net
A broken winged lark
Blinded by the dark

Only his memories to beacon
There’s no hell or heaven
Some humans are there to assist
Like a lighthouse in the mist

He saw it then shining bright
And he moved on into the light
The passage to the other side
Consciousness forward stride

Open the door and go your way
No ferryman or price to pay
Guiding angels from above
Follow your heart, it leads to love

Jean-Guy Martin

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