You Shall Have Your Fill

Death
is nothing to be feared,
for life
is made fresh again here,
breath
has never even disappeared,
it's just been silent
in the crimes of hateful violence.
Rest
granted to any head,
for feast
tingles through the seashells,
water
unpolluted beauty, newly wed,
that quenches a dead thirst
never working wonders unrehearsed.
Feel
the voices of the wind,
for joy
is always given out,
forgiveness
fully used not ever thinned,
this makes up a greater place
over-bound in satisfying grace.