A passing

When the gentle whispers beckon us we must be brave,
When it's our turn to bid farewell to loved ones and all things temporal we must prepare ourselves and be calm.
We must not be afraid when the sweat and toil is over,
Something great will be there to greet us,
For there is no room or permanence at this place we've  been born into,
we all have to pass and exchange pain for peace.
The shell we've  been given wasn't meant to last,
the shell we've been given is transient it will decay,
But an essence will live on as aura,
Going to the grave is only the beginning, 
an outer body experience will happen to us all,
this is not necessarily the end but another start.
Do not grieve for those gone,
they have fulfillment  at last,
do not weep for the deceased there resting for a brief spell,
the good ones are waiting for us,
the good ones will always return eventually,
because goodness never completely  dies,
it watches over the living.

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