Poem - The Beauty of Death
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Beauty of Death
Part II - The Ascending
|This poem was suggested by a visitor, who
found the poem "The Beauty of Death" most beautiful and helpful in
helping get over the deaths of four of her friends last summer, all killed
by drunk drivers.
This poem is from Bethany Dunning in memory
of four friends who will long be missed:
Michael Jamieson 1977-1997
Andrew Stindt 1977-1997
Ashely Easterbrooke 1979-1997
Jeremy St. Cyr 1979-1997
Due to the length of the poem, I have created
three separate sections, links at the end.
Part I - The
Part III - The
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The Beauty of Death
by Kahlil Gibran
Part Two - The Ascending
I have passed a mountain peak and my soul
is soaring in the
Firmament of complete and unbound freedom;
I am far, far away, my companions, and
the clouds are
Hiding the hills from my eyes.
The valleys are becoming flooded with
an ocean of silence, and the
Hands of oblivion are engulfing the roads
and the houses;
The prairies and fields are disappearing
behind a white specter
That looks like the spring cloud, yellow
as the candlelight
And red as the twilight.
The songs of the waves and the humans
of the streams
Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs
reduced to silence;
And I can hear naught but the music of
In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteness;
I am in comfort; I am in peace.