His Will I Will Do - Poem by Jayl Morris
Just another Sunday morning
Startled awake, ending the violent dreams.
I cry once more out of hopelessness
Were I the hermit alone to scream.
Not a night goes by, I could escape
The horror being visited upon me.
I've prostrate, pleaded and I've prayed
For just one more night of peace.
Can a man or woman live their life
Devoid of any love
Complete with never a human touch?
The distant drumbeat of death marching.
I recall the few who had loved me so
The love of those I miss now so deeply.
Just how am I to carry on with
Burdens never meant for men.
I pray loudly for a natural passing
With only faint images of
What I might pass into.
Languishing, twisting in death's winds
And one ear listening for forgiveness,
The promise spoken of many years ago.
Yet, should the blessed One require,
Apologies in script with ancient inks.
So that this endless fearful terror
I know so well enough
Be done with me.
That, I, forever can be
With no scant amount of choosing,
just another of my Father's sons
and his will I will to do and will.
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