...And at the Hour of Death
Music and reflective drivel
And at the hour of death, the time has come for acceptance. What was once a purposeful life now belongs to the living, giving death a new claim for a new purpose to adhere. Regret is to be buried at death, for lost chances are lost eternally. Fear ceases to exist, for fear is no longer a threat to survival. Emotions no longer hold power, for nothing in this life has influence anymore.
And at the hour of death, the time has come for resolution. Quarrels are to be forgiven, anger demolished, and jealousy forgotten, for peace is the final desire. Sorrow escapes, for sorrow belongs to the living and there is no longer an affliction of the heart. Appreciation for life and gratitude for having been part of this world - however brief it may have been - are all that remain.
And at the hour of death, the time has come for grace. Everything has happened and nothing can be altered. Balance is instilled in this final hour, for the weight of life no longer needs to be carried and fades away as energy becomes restored. New kindness is found in stillness.
And at the hour of death, the time has come for music to play, to bridge the gap between the parallel universes of life and death. This dream world feels real, as it may be, but death is the only way of knowing. Time does not exist and the structure of nature is exempt from law.
And at the hour of death, the time has come for loved ones to gather once more and say goodbye. This time is for them, for goodbyes are only parting of the physical life and not the spiritual. They will have forgotten in this hour, for their wealth of love is filled with heartache and their loss will be too great to bear. Their lives will remain accompanied by fear and regret for all that was never said.
And at the hour of death, the time has come for silence.