Death works in mysterious ways;
Yet it's an expected thing.
A form of acceptance,
one must learn not to cling.

It happens when you least expect it,
it happens without a tip.
It happens in a blink of an eye,
and the soul is His to keep.
A rattle of death is shaken,
with grieve in its place.
A life will soon be departed,
and into His hands you will be placed.

No one’s prepared enough for the afterlife,
but a little faith will take us far.
Live an otherwise benign life,
with humility higher than par.
For we’re all just humans,
our organs in a jar.
A living piece of matter,
waiting for the untold.