Weeping of the Cells

We noted the litres of ascites drained

Affording the swollen abdomen relief

So little of her energy remained,

From weeping of the cells, the body's grief.

How softly slips the soul through tenuous sheaths,

No sound is heard of any laboured breath

Its blessing on all visitants bequeaths

And silence fills the calm abode of death.

I watched the life-force in her slowly go

As I've observed it many times before,

In other's lives and other lands I know

When souls have stood upon that distant shore

And looked with love on earth then slowly turned

Towards a golden light whose radiant sphere

Encompassed all for which their spirit yearned,

Advancing luminescent without fear.