Daily Poem: Death Is A Door ~ Nancy Byrd Turner
My nephew Darin‘s funeral is today. This is a poem we always read at family funerals. Rest in peace, my dear.
Death Is A Door
~ Nancy Byrd Turner
Death is only an old door
Set in a garden wall;
On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk
When the thrushes call.
Along the lintel are green leaves,
Beyond the light lies still;
Very willing and weary feet
Go over that sill.
There is nothing to trouble any heart;
Nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only a quiet door
In an old wall.
