Passing On – A Journey, Not A Dead End.

Jacobs Ladder by WilliamBlake

Having seen spirit as a child I always knew that you didn’t stop “being” when you died. It wasn’t the end of you, you continued to exist but beyond the vibrational limits our earthly eyes were able to perceive. Unfortunately this knowlege was of little comfort to me  when I began to experience the death of those I loved. By the time I left High School I had “lost” my mother,my father, a much loved uncle and a few very close friends. In my head and also my heart I knew they had gone on to a better place. I had already seen many people die. Death wasn’t hidden away in those days, it was seen as part of everyday life. Birth, marriage, death and everything else in life took place in the community or rather the extended family of the neighbourhood in which you lived. Everything was shared, the good times and the bad and everyone was supported.  M,ost people died at home where they were then laid out by the neighbours, usually in the front room, and  everyone came to see them off. Although I had no fear of death  I still longed for their physical presence, to see them again and feel their embrace, so when I came across this poem simply called “Passing On”, it gave me great comfort. I would love to know who wrote it but no author was given. Please if anyone knows the author I would love to hear from you. There are many beautiful poems on death and dying that seek to give comfort to those left behind and quite a few have built on this idea of death being a journey. It is an idea I lovingly accept, although I do feel that for most of us it isn’t a journey to a destination where we stay “forever more”, instead it is a journey to a different energy plain where we continue to grow, learn and “rest up” before we come back to earth to demonstrate that we have matured spiritually.

There is so much fear and confusion around death and the process of dying, I witness it often as I visit the palliative care unit where I am a volunteer. It is so sad that at such a special time old half truths worry and plague so many. It is always a priviledge to share in this special time, I have learnt so much while listening as people share their life stories, experiences and wisdom and it is always especially  beautiful to witness the passing over of those who have faith that their journey is beginning not ending.

PASSING ON.

WHEN WE LOSE THE ONE WE LOVE

IT LEAVES AN EMPTY SPACE WITHIN OUR HEARTS AND LIFE SEEMS VAIN,

FOR NO ONE CAN TAKE THEIR PLACE

AND OH, WE LONG TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THAT DEAR FACE NOW GONE

AND HEAR AGAIN THAT LOVING VOICE, NOW RAISED IN HEAVENS SONG.

BUT IF WE COULD PULL BACK THE VEIL AND SEE BEYOND OUR SHORE

THEN WE WOULD SEE THEM YET AGAIN BUT JUST THROUGH YONDER DOOR

AND AS WE GRIEVE, THEY’D RAISE A HAND TO WIPE AWAY OUR TEARS,

FOR NOW THEY SEE AND UNDERSTAND THAT THERE IS NO NEED FOR FEARS

FOR DEATH IS BUT PASSING ON THROUGH YET ANOTHER DOOR

WHERE THEY ARE WELCOMED HOME AGAIN,

TO DWELL FOREVERMORE.

If you think this may bring comfort to someone you know please pass it on, even if it doesn’t help it may open up a conversation that will allow them to share their feeling. Sharing with someone who we know cares is always a great help on any journey through grief. Praying that any of you who are on this journey, at this point in time, will find yourself surrounded by peace and love.

 God bless you.

7 thoughts on “Passing On – A Journey, Not A Dead End.

  1. I really enjoyed the warmth of this post, the commentary, the image and the poem et al, sincere regards, Barry

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