June 1990

 

death!

 

it screams at us its finality

the last removal

of heart from heart

the dark, foreboding shadow

that turns into seconds our years

 

we who remain

stand silent and grieving

holding fast in our hearts

brief moments of gold

from a life too quickly snatched

seeking to continue

despite the lingering aches

of mortality and loneliness

 

it need not be so

that we whom death will vanquish

go futilely to our grave

death itself is vanquished

its own hold will not last

our God is the God of life

death holds no honour in His courts

He alone has defeated it

thanks and praise be to God

Who has taken the terrible specter of terror

and made it into the pause

that can only separate

life from Life

which comforts us eternally

 

Upon reflection of some

who have gone on before