I knew it when it was happening
I was losing consciousness
Losing it upward not downward,
Reality wasn't fading into black,
my senses weren't slowing
Rather it all became bright,
My death was enlightening
I was approaching a place too beautiful
to exist in my consciousness
And Glory surrounded the transition.
I apologize, for English is too harsh a language
to describe such an event,
Latin can only describe its shadow,
Perhaps the experience shouldn't be retold,
Of course, by its very nature it can't be known
within the walls of our consciousness,
A symphony cannot be reduced to a note
nor death to words.
