Let It Come Poem by Terry Wiens

Lying alone in your solitary bed,
The arrival of death you do not dread,
You’ve lived a long and compassionate life,
Helping those who were experiencing strife,
Sharing your mind that was sharp as a knife.

You are not alone but feeling ready,
Your soul is clean and your mind is steady,
You have behind you so many years,
Death does nothing to raise your fears,
As you pass on there will be many tears.

Those who love know it’s time,
Awaiting fate to ring its chime,
So let the Reaper creep down the hall,
You have no fear of him at all,
From life’s sweet breast you now must fall.