It is for your own good that I am going.
Because unless I go the Advocate will not come to you.
Our restless mind with worry is toying.
The end result, if we are honest, we have no clue.
But a pained parting
makes for a joyous reunion.
Someone leaving
makes space for a new communion.
We lie awake worrying.
But every difficulty will in its own time end.
Will not death then lead to a new beginning?
And we have the Advocate, His helping hand to selflessly lend.
And anyway is this consciousness separate and real?
Or a gift made only under his seal?