The Wordsmythe's Weblog…

…On Words, Love and Life

Archive for the tag “Death”

Dans l’espoir de vous revoir un jour

I’m sad. I just found out that a friend of mine died last week. I’m in shock. I had no clue she was ill. We’d met up a number of times in the last couple of years and there was no indication from the way she looked or anything she said that even alluded to the fact. But she was very ill and only a few people knew that. She’s the second friend of mine who’s died in the last four months.

I don’t believe they ever met; at least not through me but as I write this, I realise they had quite a lot in common. They are both survived by a husband, young children, parents and siblings. They were both dark-skinned, pretty and had a lovely smile. They both spoke French. They each had two children and they both turned 40 last year. They were from the same tribe in Nigeria but were born in the UK.

It’s funny how when people die, you start to wish you had done things differently. I wish I’d been in touch with them a lot more than I was. I don’t know if they really knew how much they meant to me because I don’t remember ever actually telling either of them. Perhaps they could tell from my actions. I don’t know for sure. I can only hope they did.

I’m struggling to find the words to adequately express how I feel. I  just want to pay my friends a tribute so I’m pouring out my heart in this poem;

It’s hard to believe you are gone

That for you a new dawn has begun

Planet Earth is now a bygone

And from life as we knew it, you’ve withdrawn


Grieving hearts, you’ve left in your wake

Feelings of sadness, pain and heartache

And though I know your death’s no mistake

These emotions remain so difficult to shake


For without so much as a backward glance

You went, yet no one can blame you for taking that stance

You’ve joined in the heavenly dance

With saints gone before to inhabit that promised manse


As you breathed your last on earth

On the other side, you awoke to mirth

Your departure, for us here,  a dearth

Your arrival, for them there,  a rebirth.


There are lots of things I never said

Leaving them all in my head

I hope my silence wasn’t misread

And that you saw my heart instead


You are missed already, dearly

Our hearts are broken so severely

We’re trying to hold up but barely

Keeping body and soul together merely.


You ran well and finished your race

No longer confined by time and space

Our Saviour you now embrace

Beholding Him face to face


So I smile through my tears

And lay down my hopes and fears

Before the One who bears my cares

And answers all  my prayers.


Someday we will meet again

Together with the Lord, we’ll reign

Then there’ll be no more pain

And our joy will forever have free rein.


“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Revelations 21:4.


Tara for now.


Morbid thoughts

The thought of death evokes a gamut of emotions across the human race. Emotions ranging from fear and fright to cheer and delight, however the former seems to be the more prevalent case.

Some people believe that the less you think and speak of it, the less likely it is to come your way. For such people writing a will is out of the question as this is thought to be an open invitation to the grim reaper.

There are many superstitions and beliefs about death. It is at the centre of most religions and cultures around the world.

The preoccupation with and angst towards death can be put down to its inevitability but even more importantly to the ambiguity of what comes after it.

I believe in an after-life; heaven and hell. It may seem irreconcilable that a loving God would allow His creation to burn in hell for eternity but it’s not, at least I don’t believe it is. From what I understand, we all are given a chance to be beneficiaries of God’s goodness but if we choose to spurn His advances, we only have ourselves to blame.

I subscribe to AWAD (A word a day). The daily emails include a word (usually based on a weekly theme), its  meaning, phonetic pronunciation, etymology and an example of usage usually in the form of  a quotation. They also contain a thought for today.

Today’s word was ‘verdigris’. Since it has nothing to do with this post, I’ll let you find out yourself what it means. What does have something to do with today’s post is the thought for today. It is to do with death. I don’t know if I agree with it in its entirety but there is some merit to what William Hazlitt (essayist 1778-1830) had to say.

“Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end. There was a time when you were not: that gives us no concern. Why then should it trouble us that a time will come when we shall cease to be? To die is only to be as we were before we were born.

What are your thoughts?

Thanks for stopping by.

Tara for now.

Post Navigation