Death

I have always wished to know of death. I have always wondered what

became of me when I went back to earth. Today I know.

I have watched a soul die and have heard its pain. Beside it I have

stood and listened to its cries. I have watched it sicken and have noted

how it struggled.

Life was beautiful to it. There never was so exquisite a soul. It

leaped, and burned and danced when it was born. It was so radiant the

dark world into which it came grew light.