Son! When I Die

Son! Don’t cry, when I die,
Bid me farewell, saying goodbye.
I won’t be in the body seal, lying still.

Eyes might get teary but don’t worry
It’s no more soul’s home,
no somatic symptom.

Just close your eyes and feel me deep;
Feel your heart and listen to its beep.
Death ends journey, of tourney called life
nothing serious but rife.

It’s no quirk, but His routine work,
a system ever ready
simply to take away soul from body.

Death is nothing especial, happens to all.
Body fails in its job and stop to throb,
Heaven’s music stall
Soul flies to its den eternal.

Death is inevitable and necessary, Son!
that you will understand once grown.

Body will decay,
so dispose that straightway.
Don’t worry, the soul won’t tarry
Death is final dole, all to extol, nothing eerie.

Body goes into grave,
nothing but to earth’s debt back it gave.

Body will change form
and with earth it conform.
with mud it mesh to restart afresh.

But the Soul, back it goes, as God’s mole.
Death is portal to immortal realm
where Lord is at the helm.
Soul belong there and will bide forever.