I am in the August of my life
But, I struggle to sermon myself
enough courage to address death.
This daughter of frivolity
That is bound to be the main tenant
of my fabric as season go by.
Causing the anatomy of my body from soul
to separate and seek a state of permanence elsewhere.
In the pilgrimage of life highway and by way,
no learning of scholarly nature ranging from eschatology,
to theology and epistemology and self-anointed heretics
cannot explain the concept of death adequately
without resorting to the old negro spiritual
that transcend the tyranny of time and space,
when it is sang like so! I am gonna lay down my soul and be
down by the river side, down by the river side….
After many generations their concept of death
gave their decadence the resilience to face the ku klux klan
onslaught in the USA by reiterating the concept of death in this fashion,
And before l be a slave I’ll be buried in my grave and go home
to my home and be free. So heaven was their final resting place.
Many a million in the religious precinct of catholic faith
who believe the church to be one, apostolic, holy and universal
l find the concept of death better defined in a child like song
Of Miriam Makeba that reads like so! A child asks “mummy what is heaven
like?” mother answers this way, “heaven my child is a beautiful place
its past the moon way beyond the sun.” this tells us only those
with childlike innocence can readily enter the heavenly kingdom.
While those with mortal sins go straight to hell to burn eternally
and those who committed venial sins will attorn for them in purgatory.
That is an unadulterated concept of death for many Christians as well.
The concept of death when looked upon from bhudist perspective
death takes a form of trans migration of the spirit in a form of reincarnation
A person who epitomize this in a more excellent way is Rubindanath Tagore
He firmly maintains that death takes place when finally the decaying body
Has come to the very end of its tether, the soul views its breaking away quite
simply and without regret, in the expectation of its own entry into the infinite
It is not surprising that Tagore finds great affinity with Samuel Hoffenstein’s poem that reads like so:
“The dead they sleep
The dead they sleep a long, long sleep,
The dead they rest, and their rest is deep,
The dead have peace, but the living weep.”
The concept of death from a Scientological standpoint
takes a different shape and form
According to Scientology each Tibetan is billions of years old,
passing from one human life to next through reincarnation.
There is no judgment of the soul involved,
and the process is automatic,
without any necessary intervention through ritual,
prayer or other means. As such,
Scientology funerals are relatively simple ceremonies
and are largely for the benefit of attendees rather than the deceased.
Millions in our rainbow nation their concept of death
revolves around journeying back and uniting with ancestors
an afrocentric view strongly maintain as Barako Diop puts it,
The Dead Are Not Dead
Hearing things more than beings,
Listening to the voice of fire,
The voice of water,
Hearing in wind the weeping bushes,
sighs of our forefathers.
The dead are not gone,
They’re in the shadows.
The dead are not in earth,
They’re in the rustling tree,
The groaning wood,
water that runs,
water that sleeps,
They’re in the hut, in the crowd,
The dead are not dead.
The dead are never gone,
They’re in the breast of a woman,
They’re in the crying child,
in the flaming firebrand,
The dead are not in earth,
They’re in the dying fire,
The weeping grasses,
They’re in the forest, they’re in the house,
and the dead are not dead.
When I contemplate on the concept of death
I cannot help but speak to ancestors
through the eye in my dream world
it penetrates beneath the tombstones
in this blessed land,
a gift of eternity,
where they lay buried in an isolated place.
Civilization may dwindle to dust
Like meteorite hurriedly jutting
from somewhere to elsewhere
but the graveyard of my people will survive
the turbulent tides of circumstance
My incarnation with ancestors
Lifts me to higher consciousness
and bring me to orbit into the realm of ancestry
Thus permeates the abundance of life
Found in the falling
in Kwazulu NatalIn the sweltering heat of Mpumalanga
In the undulating lands of the Kalahari,
to westerly winds that sweep across the Free State
to the meandering rivers that flow
from yonder hills of Maluti in Lesotho
to the turbulent Atlantic and Indian Ocean.