As I Wait On The Verge Of My Own Death Poem by Shalom Freedman
As I Wait On The Verge Of My Own Death
As I wait on the verge
Of my own death
With who knows
How many years months
Days minutes left
I try to find
A way of praising
The life I had
And thanking G-d
But Vanity of Vanities
Makes Fear
My only seeming Name and Destiny
Will G-d save us?
I do not know-
Beyond all Vanity is there
Still Hope?
Monday, June 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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5/17/2024 4:17:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, there is hope until our dining breathe and then no need for it as we come into our own. Best wishes on your way. Much expressed in a simple way. I like that.