It is not the end, but a new beginning a place that is the ultimate in giving but a lifetime of attachment down here clouds our minds, thinking of it with fear
The body replanted, with your soul finally released a new way of living, part of a group called deceased even though mentioning the word death causes fright it's a place promised to be a delight, yes, for the upright
You're thinking how I can dare, mentioning death as a kindness but your fear is natural, and perhaps caused by your own blindness how would G-d, your Loving Creator, bring death upon you for naught perhaps it has a benefit for you, but something you were never taught
The body is purged from sin, because our earth has this power to cleanse so by burying the body in the earth, we will then enable it to make amends if the soul is found worthy, after the day of judgement it will be redeemed to be reunited with a pure body, something you would never have dreamed
Death, for the righteous, is then only the beginning, a harbinger for the ultimate bliss an indescribable happiness beginning with G-d, taking his loved ones with a Divine kiss thinking of death you no longer fear, because living a virtuous life you are now committed the greatest happiness awaits for you to experience, knowing you will surely be admitted
This is a short poem relating to death and the righteous