The Road Beyond Shadows

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The Road Beyond Shadows

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Shadows may wander and drift away,

Yet one companion is bound to stay-

Silent, patient, beyond all claim,

Death remembers each of our names.

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He comes not early, nor lingers near,

But arrives in the hour both solemn and clear;

A mystic guide with an unseen hand,

Leading us toward an unknown land.

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Once upon his chariot we ride,

Past memory's shores and time's fading tide,

The stories we carried, the joys and the pain,

Dissolve like mist in a gentle rain.

~~***~~

We entered this world with empty hands,

And leave the same, as destiny commands;

No treasure follows, no title remains,

Only the soul beyond earthly chains.

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Time has tethered life with cords unseen,

Woven from deeds and all that has been;

Yet why do we quarrel, why strive and contend,

When every journey approaches its end?

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The wealth we gathered, the things we adored,

Are measured and shared by those left ashore;

What once seemed lasting fades from sight,

Like distant stars swallowed by night.

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So let us wait for the radiant way,

The path of light beyond decay;

Toward realms where worthy spirits rise,

Among eternal and watchful skies.

~~***~~

May guiding hands lift us higher still,

Beyond the reach of desire and will;

And may the soul, through trial and flame,

Emerge transformed, yet not the same.

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Like gold refined in a furnace bright,

Forged through darkness, tempered by light,

May we become, through all we've known,

A sharper spirit, fully grown.

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For death is not the final door,

But a passage to something more-

A voyage beyond what eyes can see,

Toward the soul's unfolding destiny.

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