Death

I walk in the moonlight at evening,
With its shimmering rays reaching down.
A silvery sheen encircles our town,
And I walk...

I breathe in the freshness about me,
As funneling air gives me breath.
And I say, "O the Joy of Life" ...then death,
And I walk...

I fondle the green growths, so tender,
With buds on each sappy sweet bough.
Ah...this is the time...mortality is now,
And I walk...

I pause in a flower-strewn garden,
As the sun slips down in the west.
Faith builds a bulwark...strong for the test,
And I walk...

Engulfing the realms of creation,
For mis-deeds and failures...I grieve.
Trust builds a fiber...to know and believe,
And I walk...

Strength gives me vision, a distance to scan,
For a glimpse of my long journeys-end.
A gate swings ajar...and angels attend,
And I walk...


E.P. 1908 - 1989