He’s not Grim
by Anpu's Crone
There is nothing Grim about Him
Artists paint Him decked in gold and jewels. Wearing beautifully embroidered cloths
There He stands in Naked magnificence
Glossy black fur, pointed jackal ears, body of a man, face of a dog.
Eyes that glow deepest black or kaleidoscope colors
A laugh that tickles inside of you moving in sleek thick energy from head to toe.
He speaks but not in words.
He will send you bubble of thought containing images, feeling, words and more …more than you can understand.
You tell Him your worries, thoughts and fears
His presence envelopes you warm, dark with the fullness of eternity, closer than any lover, safe, kind, gentil, strong.
Take me with you please I say
“Not Yet” always His reply
Guide of souls
Why are you here? Why do you care?
Warm laughter caresses
He sends a familiar image
I am a cat and He picks me up by the scruff of the neck shakes me just a little bit and laughing puts me down.
No there is nothing Grim about this Reaper
My Lord my Guide my friend
I am His
And I have no fear of Him
Or of death
One day He will hold out His hand to me and say “It is time”
Will it be bitter sweet, will I be ready
“If you follow me now you will be ready than with no regrets” He sends me.
Time seems short to me
“We have all eternity” He laughs
My Love, My Lord, My guide