When Death Comes Round
My time to leave is nearwill I go with grace
Or fight it with fear?
As my earthly days wane
I feel the growing dampness
And smell it coming like the rain
It feels like wet dirt
piled upon a burial box
It feels like a hurt
that cannot be describe
It comes from somewhere
on the other side
Or is it but a yearning
for something that is good
a passionate burning
for all to be understood
What happens at that moment?
I thought I knew the answer
Will God win me, or will my opponent?
Will I scream out in fright
knowing the time is at hand
Or will I see a light
And peacefully understand
I always thought I'd face
the last of this life with grace
But I can no longer be sure
I can win the afterlife race
I thought that I would go quietly;
slip from this world to the next
But I believe the challenge will be
more than anyone expects
Fear is a powerful thing
It drives so many actions
It can cower the mightiest king
and turn unity into factions
Peace of mind is also strong
A knowing of the heart
Can quickly tell when thoughts are wrong
And give victory before wars start
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-01-11 at 18:37
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