Today, Bjorn is hosting dVerse Poetics and asks us to reflect on Peace. My mind went to death, perhaps because I’m currently reading Joan Didion’s “The Year of Magical Thinking.” From there, I thought of death’s I’ve witnessed over the years, many peaceful, some only after a struggle…then I remembered St. Francis of Assisi, who used to address death in the manner as I indicate in the title of this post. Francis is known for his love of animals, and for his Peace Prayer–a prayer almost universally recognized and open to persons of whatever spiritual bend. So, from there my peace poem was born.
Welcome, Sister Death
I welcome Sister Death in autumn rains
or should She choose to call as snowflakes fall,
in spring, as early rains caress the earth
or summer’s heat, ‘neath fertile field’s smile.
She gently knocks upon my windowpane,
with branches painted crimson, orange and gold.
Such peacefulness I sense as leaves let go
surrendering to earth, unquestioning.
In dark times, deepest quiet covers earth,
reflecting light bestowed by its full moon.
My Sister whispers softly, “Come with Me,
behold the marvels that await you now.
The beckoning call of birdsong is Her voice,
as colors burst through earth in silent joy,
and flowering trees look to the morning sun
knowing that hope will follow their demise.
Beneath the wild excitement—summer’s gift,
small streams flow calmly to a river bed.
However incongruent Death may seem
I welcome all the promise She holds forth.
We hope to see you today at dVerse, with your own reflections on peace–so needed in our world today.
iN eYes of Saint
Francis.. animals
are souls too..
and plants
in essence
have
souls
as well.. in balance
with the rest of Nature..
us at war so long with
Planet
Peace
only comes
iN freedom of Balance..
Peace Planet Balancing
Freedom
Life..:)
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I wonder how many people equate death with peace? I do, but I think I am in the minority. In our culture of violence, death is so often equated with anguish and brutality. Your poem rings true to me and I am grateful for that.
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I think your view is consistent with Buddhist thinking, no?
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Yes, I think so. 😗
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This is just beautiful. You’ve braided these two ideas together so well, and they add a lot to each other.
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oh what beauty and peacefulness this imparts. I will be rereading this many times.
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I love how you describe Death as a gentle purveyor of peace, Victoria. St. Francis has always been a favorite saint of mine for his gentle love of animals and nature. I was inspired by your beautiful and sensitive poem.
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Sweet and moving — removing the darkness from death.
BTW, I replied to your comment.
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Beautifully penned, as always Victoria. Death should be a welcome thought – not the dread that many hold. Thank you or this.
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This is lovely and definitely peaceful. It saddens me when people fear death when it is only the beginning of an eternal life of great peace.
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So beautiful. I’m sure my mom gladly welcomed ‘Sister Death’, which makes her loss much easier to bear.
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Was able to view this last evening. So much talent and powerful. Thanks again, Bjorn.
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Oh, Victoria, yours is the opinion I trust most when it comes to death and your gentle, soothing presence (poetic or physical) is the one I would choose to have around while dying. Such a quiet, somehow joyous acceptance and welcoming of death as something which is intimately related to us all.
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Thank you…that is so kind of you to say.
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Your title being too close for comfort, I nearly didn’t read this. I’m so glad I did. Calming and beautiful.
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I know what you mean.
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We all hope to pass peacefully as your poem, Victoria.
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Yes, I too believe that death is the ultimate peace… I like the way you have welcomed her in this poem. I am sure she will fulfill her promises, but I am in no hurry to have her visit. (Smiles.)
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I’m with you there, Mary.😜
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A different slant on the theme of peace Victoria ~ The welcoming and arrival of death are gifts for those wishing the ultimate end, that of peace ~ But then again death is also a beginning ~ Love this part best:
My Sister whispers softly, “Come with Me,
behold the marvels that await you now.
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I can’t help but believe that world peace begins with our own inner peace…not always to easy to achieve, much easier to write about and wish for!
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Your rhythm and rhyme are so lulling. Beautiful work.
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This is the way I see death. Great response!
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I agree with the others… the thought of death as a calm river bed.. is soothing to the nerves. Excellent write 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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You have defanged death, pulled back its shroud to reveal what I believe we will all find, a doorway, a welcome way station. You speak so warmly, even lovingly about our greatest transition. I feel good just reading it over & over. My sadness comes from the headlines, from the new Crusades, from the fascist distortions promulgated by politicians, & by the bust of Cheney smirking like a war-mongering asshole.
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This is so incredibly beautiful. All the way you described death is also a way of describing life and joy – so maybe death is just another life on a different plane…I too have witnessed deaths. I hope mine is as gentle and joyful as this poem.
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I read Didion’s book a year or two ago. My experience with my husband’s death was much different, more gentle. I always liked how Walt Whitman says death is different from what any of us supposes…and luckier.
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I think when we’re willing to face her during life there will be more peace when the time comes.
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I agree wholeheartedly!
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I love this Victoria.. The thought of going gladly with death is a very soothing thought
for some reason I came to think about Harry Potter and the tale of the three brothers…
Where at last the youngest brother died “And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.”
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So grateful to you for sharing this, Bjorn.
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