I resort to poetry and music when pain is too intense to describe.

‘My Death’, David Bowie. Personified 

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My death waits like a Bible truth,
at the funeral of my youth.
So confident, I go His way.

Let’s not think about,
the passing time!

Angel or Devil, 
I don’t care,
for behind that door, 
there is…You!

♬

Pain is never permanent. Our time will come when appropriate. Never stop hoping.

My homeland, my desire.

Our time will come.

Man does not need to see everything.

If only we could stop time.

One door closes, another opens.

It is all in God s hands.

Why worry?

Living physically in one place and spiritually in another is my Cross.

He stands on that Cross.

There’s nothing I shall want.