Sep 20
Pray for Death
As she walks our halls.
Pray she tap so softly
Upon each chamber door
Where angels long prepared her visit.
Pray her breath is sweet
When she whispers,
Come my love, it’s time,
And pray her hand be warm
As she guides each on the way.
And if you think Death capable of mistake,
As I do not,
But if you do,
Pray the taken Soul
All the sooner,
All the closer,
Be clasped to our Lord.
As she walks our halls.
Pray she tap so softly
Upon each chamber door
Where angels long prepared her visit.
Pray her breath is sweet
When she whispers,
Come my love, it’s time,
And pray her hand be warm
As she guides each on the way.
And if you think Death capable of mistake,
As I do not,
But if you do,
Pray the taken Soul
All the sooner,
All the closer,
Be clasped to our Lord.
About a year ago I moved into my current home, a studio apartment in a six story, independent living, apartment complex. The grounds are beautiful. I look out on a long bank of Evergreens, home to a variety of birds that visit my deck for food and water. I did not expect the age of others in the community; I think the average Is around 90 years old. Once settled, musing on that statistic, this poem came to me.
