Macabre (A Poem From Mte) Poem by RIC BASTASA

Stillness of quiet countenance
Sleep ebbs to slumber
Time pauses
For life is almost to pass.

Still conscious
But retiring
To letting go
For knowing what lies ahead
Is rest eternal.

Peace, at long last
Consume my being
Pain no more
Of this life unending.

Whiteness of pure bless
My soul will rest.

I shall not think
Nor wonder
Neither strives
For the time has come
For me to cross the unknown

The west is calling
The amber sun retiring
But darkness not to welcome
But light encompassing


Come all you who passed
This portal of completeness
And welcome this poor
Wretched sinner.
To your indwelling

Let us rejoice and praise
This mysterious destination
For I know I will reside
In His all loving compassion.