After Life

Ruins (church)

Ruins (church) (Photo credit: Abhijith B.Rao)

I felt the last
Single beat
Of my heart
Like a bell
Tolling deep
In a ruined cathedral

My body spent
I arose
Like a whisper
To find
Fallen leaves
And yesterday’s echoes

No shining light
Beckoned me
No depths to draw me down
To drown
There is only
This cold threshold
Where wraiths like me
Solemnly proceed
Whispering prayers
To silence

No revelation or illumination
No face of God
No promise of the next step
Only time
Dripping immemorial
Vague incoherent hope
Of rebirth
In the wake
Of our tears

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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15 Responses to After Life

  1. howanxious says:

    Intriguing.. and I find it beautiful somehow.. the eternity, the unknowing after death.

  2. Green Embers says:

    So um… I sure hope death isn’t like that… the shining light sounds nice, I want that. (I hope I am interpreting your poem correctly, I am kind of tired).

  3. Goodness! This is breathtaking! Scary, yet beautiful and peaceful at the same time. I love it!

  4. Vague incoherent hope
    Of rebirth

  5. fibee5 says:

    really enjoyed reading this, so sad in way to hear she’s stuck in limbo.

  6. “Fallen leaves
    And yesterday’s echoes” lovely

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