Death, Rainer Maria Rilke
For the families that have lost loved ones..
“Death,” Rainer Maria Rilke
Before us great Death stands
Our fate held close within his quiet hands.
When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine
To drink deep of the mystic shining cup
And ecstasy through all our being leaps—
Death bows his head and weeps.
Poem obtained from – Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke webpage