The Sad Loss of Hennie Roe
Sadly...


No matter where you prepare your last bed,
No matter where the sword of death falls,
The terrifying messengers of death descend,
Horrid and giant; and glare with thirsty eyes.
Friends and family, weeping, surround you.
Eyeing your wealth and possessions,
They offer prayers and enshroud you.
Unprepared, you pass away;
Helpless and alone.
Poem from From 'Songs of spiritual change' by His Holiness the 7th Dalai Lama (transl. Glenn Mullin)















































