~ Faces Of Death
Death is a kinder rest than this,
No dreams to plague the night.
In death our thoughts have perished, *
As surely as our sight.
To live is daily struggle;
To die a longer night,
Awaiting that sure promised call
Into a newer light.
An enemy we call it,
And enemy it is
To those who face the struggle
With a will and fire to live.
Yet some embrace the inevitable
With outstretched open arms
And shed the fear that plunges man
Into unreasoning alarms.
For even as the dark of night
Is a friend that brings us rest,
That enemy becomes a friend
To the weary, timeworn breast-
A provision for our suffering,
Release for tortured flesh.
As winter lulls the land and brings
New vigor and new zest,
Death becomes the welcome friend
In a world as cruel as this.
Some enemies are kinder than
The friends we may profess.
What would Emily say now in these troubled times? A profound and serious look at our ffinal\ days. It is not when we go, but how we go that is troubling. Did you read my When Eternity Calls?
I like this one too. You are very profound here! Mark Walters
Excellent! , friends, enemies, what's the difference? . Death will come, and it's your choice as to whether it will be welcomed, or feared.
the last two lines are very effective and realistic!
first of all I have to say you have the thoughts of a philosopher, and the heart of a poet; then I admit that you are a geat poet thank you for sharing with us your emotion, and thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An Interwoven Way To Describe The Relationships And The Truth As Well As Serving A Reminder Of Memento Mori As Well. I Like It ^^