Let Me Be Prepared To Leave This World…. Poem by MBJ Pancras

My days have gone through thistles and thorns,
With a few roses alongside to pass the way,
And nothing hath been of my will,
But everything is of the Creator's Will.
Countless tragedies happened around me;
Unthinkable episodes travelled across me;
Baseless arguments practiced between me and others;
Rootless qualms transacted ‘twixt me and others;
Voiceless disputes heated in discussions;
Roofless justification laid over helpless deeds;
Unforgiving apologies flashed ‘cross my fellow-beings;
At times welcoming Judas' Kiss for want of love;
Willfully involved in unethical activities;
Wantonly omitted commissioned practices;
Thought of my diminutive knife ‘gainst The Creator's brandishing Sword;
Passed thro' sensual tunnel many a time;
Climbed up the topless hill standing on my ego.
All these days travelled with the pretentious philosophy - -
The philosophy of existence on earth forever.
Self-satisfied with the sacrifice done for others,
Entertaining my physical mind devoid of spiritual attributes,
The moments of my life on earth have reached the threshold of departure.
Yea!
Pandemics on earth; hunger of the poor;
The exploitation of the rich; Corruption of rulers;
Having seen entrenched selfishness in people;
Watching butchering machines around me;
Hearing incessant news of death rates;
Sensing the intensity of the spread of Covid 19,
I begin to count the moments of my life,
For when is my day to depart from this existence,
I fail to perceive the time and nature.
So, let me be prepared to leave this world,
And let me hold the Arms of the Lord Jesus Christ.
For life on earth is merely a survival,
And our Home is Heaven in Eternity.