meet your Maker

Last night, while laying in bed,

pondering the mysteries of life,

there came a knock at the window.

I approached, opened the window

and immediately fell back as a being

in a long white robe floated

into the room.

Startled, I lay on the floor,

searching the room for something to

defend myself.

The being floated closer,

pulled back its hood, smiled and said,

“it's time to meet your maker!”

I immediately relaxed,

stood up and replied,

“Oh, okay, whew…

for a second you had me

worried”

Nothing to Worry About

As I lay in my bed, praying for solace,

wondering if my time of departure was

soon to arrive,

I heard:

“Sometimes it can be difficult

to convince a drowning wave there’s

nothing

to

worry

about”

two suitcases

Death arrives with two suitcases.

One is stuffed

with soothing balms,

elixirs

and soups,

all for the bereaved.

The other,

filled to the brim with

bells,

cymbals,

party hats and

streamers

favorite jeans

To people on the other side,

their former bodies

are like an old pairs of favorite jeans

in the back of the closet;

they smile,

remember how tight they were,

and recall how good it felt to take them off