Don't tell me
how to treat another
nor lecture me on life
I love life
and yet
I have held death in my arms
tasted death
a kiss upon the face
I have washed the face of the dying
death is a part of this life
I don't know why if follows me
Perhaps, death knows I can ease
the way
by
Compassion, tears and a loving touch
I have been to where death comes
sometimes peacefully
other times
violent
as I comfort
a being so divine
falling to my knees
blood on my arms
on my shirt
holding tightly
"I won't let you go"
I've looked into the eyes
I saw pain
one who is frightend
So I smile to comfort
and say
"I Love you"
I have felt life release
the body becomes earth again
the essence has left the shell
I've held in my arms
tightly
to my chest
the dying
becoming
one with the pain
So Don't tell me how I should
treat another
until you
have held death
the way I have
and when you
have embraced death
then
you will respect
life
as I do
