The Hour of Departure

Great write.
I love it.

It is probably how death feels when visits.
You marked the time,
the precision gives an uncanny feeling
of approaching indifferent deity or void.

The poem could benefit from further development, including more details,
descriptions, feelings. It almost feels like minimalistic art. I am sure if you revisit the images that where in you mind and try to describe them in more details, you could tell us more of your story. With this said I hope you forgive my intrusive curiosity, sincerely

one of your better writes. I'm sorry that it is of such a sad occasion. I agree that it has the feel of minimalistic art, but I think that is what makes it what it is, which is, really good! Why I say that this is one of your better works, is that you usually make the poem too complicated, in trying to give it a mysterious quality. This works much better. It already has a feel of mystery, being that it tells of death and the question of when. I really like the first three lines: "The hour of departure
Time keeps it's secrets
Silently"

You were absolutely right to keep these three lines as single sentences. It set the tone.
I was a little thrown off by the line that goes; "and the time of loneliness
that has it's own to say"
Not quite sure how to interpret that. I think that if you work that line over, you will have one of your best works in a while. ~ Gee.
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and I agree with the many comments. Your poem catches the feeling in that situation, which too many of us have experienced.

The only work I might suggest on the poem, technically, is to avoid repeating words: such as

that has its own to say
(followed by)
the hour has come all say

or

then there is the light
beyond tonight
it is blindingly bright
called Divine light!

If you want to keep the rhyme scheme there are many ways, like...

from darkness comes the sight
beyond tonight
it is blindingly bright
called Divine light!

Thanks for sharing a good poem

Know that you are known in the universe and beyond, there in that light all reason and meaning will become known, this is a journey of learning, let us not waste a moment.
Go well we will walk with you, if fear comes in just whisper our names and we will hold you,
Yours Ian.. and the Children..

cremation for myself. When my body is finally disposed of I want to be sure that I am dead.
I am sorry for your loss, allow yourself to grieve. Time really is a great healer, as I was assured when I needed comfort. It didn't help at that time but eventually...