The grasp of death is near enough to touch
While friends and family gather in the dark.
For sixty-seven years I've loved and lost
While memories, stark and bright, have filled my eyes.
In truth, my time is short, and short on time,
Before I meet my Savior and my Light.
In youth, the envy of my father's light,
I frolicked in the shade of Nature's touch.
A child, and full of energy, the time
Was one of wonder and delight; the dark
Would never win, defeated in my eyes.
Light always won, and darkness always lost.
So learning from the world, I never lost
The wonder every child takes from the light.
On evenings I would stare into her eyes,
And fall asleep, lulled by my mother's touch.
My dreams were safe, protected from the dark
By those who loved me: now, and for all time.
Yet love and life are rife with pain through time:
My brother and my counterpart was lost,
And all who cared were thrown into the dark,
As broken faith had turned us from the Light.
For as our souls were bared, His purest