I couldn’t sit with death

… I saw death and I couldn’t stay, I didn’t like the look of him. He came badly attired, at least in my opinion. I did not like what I saw.

Death was with my beloved, he looked ugly, I did not like him. I wanted him to go. My beloved was not ugly, but death looked ugly, the descent of the human flesh looked ugly, and the perishing of the human flesh was not pleasant to look at.

Death stood so close and held on so tight, I did not like him, I couldn’t stay, death looked ugly. My beloved asked me to stay but I couldn’t as I did not like the look of death.

My beloved didn’t like death either, she was so fearful, I didn’t know why, but she was so fearful. Death had been around her for quite some time and it was an unwelcome visitor, I didn’t get the sense she wanted to go, but she didn’t seem to have a choice. I guess she gave in eventually.

The dead and dying are beckoning but I am not responding, I am alive and I do not want to be with the dead ones. The dead and dying are calling but I do not want to be with them.

Why do they have to leave with so much pain and agitation? Why does the departure have to be so turbulent? It is not my time so I can not sit with death. I did not like the look of death.

Death attached itself to my sister and would not let go. It ravaged her body, but could not touch her mind or her spirit. It got hold of her flesh and we could all do nothing. Death got hold of her. I did not like death.

The devil came to kill, steal and destroy. The devil came. Did I see the devil at work? Did I see sin at work? I have been left with deep questions to answer, and difficult puzzles to solve.

The angel of death came. Where did he take her? But she looked so peaceful. The body he fought was left alone. The body was at rest, at peace, no more fighting, yelling, agitating. Her body is resting in peace, I pray her soul is resting as well.