Lights dancing prayerfully across the horizon, focusing their
brilliance in many directions all at once.
Stirring imagination, tugging at memories past, wishing for
some company, hoping friends will call.
Holding tightly to a thread, inner loneliness calls, it's
whisper echoes throughout my small eternity.
Grasping at straws, tears fighting to streak out, held back
by insistent emptiness, afraid to let anyone see the heartache
fast asleep inside.
Pathways lighted by candle flames, guiding me to an answer
brought from heaven.
Scarcely living a fruitless life, exhibiting within, a faith
deeper than any known to man.
Beginning and ending all moments with thoughts of God, holding
hands with angels, invisible to the naked eye.
Seen only from the soul, awaiting a reply, my guardian angel
smiles at me, prepares my soul for it's final journey.
Peace descends upon me, a gentle whisper kisses my mind, and
at last I am ready, awaiting my Lord.
Being blessed with earthly death, reminiscent no more of the
sorrow and pain I have intensely felt through life.
Like a beacon in my mind, reaching out, seeing beyond sight,
leaping with faith into my Lord's waiting embrace.
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