Death and Life

Death! Thou black vulture of the Light of day,
Circling around while endless ages roll;
Leaving sad homes empty as thou dost prey,
Heaving thy spoils into one long death toll.

Flee away from this pleasant, peaceful day!
Leave not a shadow of thy wretched form,
Upon our floors or chambers—go away!
Thy deeds are felt still like a passing storm.

Forgive my wild and musings gone awry.
Forgive me as I mourn for those I miss.
Forgive these wild and sobbing tears I cry.
Forgive me, Lord, I seldom see Thy bliss.

Now I see, Father, Death and Life are twain,
Ev'n though I hurt and sob like bub'ling foam;
Though my dear friends and fam'ly all are lain,
But Thou didst take them to Thy heav'nly home.

If I could catch a glimpse of that bright shore,
As did old Moses in the days gone by;
I would go onward where they weep no more,
I would not hesitate, myself, to die.

~Timothy~

© Timothy 9 October, 2012