photo by Seth Snap
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Death: the word
Many picture the grim reaper;
when in fact, he’s familiar.
Not hooded, but radiant
with glory’s aura
our ancestors, waiting for us
to welcome us home
to the vast feast, the fatted lamb
the harped music and dance of angels
a divine Father, who sent his son,
to turn death into life, decay into birth.
energy incarnate.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 