My Replacement! Poem by Denis Martindale

Lord, my replacement's born today,
Laid in his Mother's arms,
That's why my death's not far away,
Less poems and less psalms,
Less verses penned or typed out fast,
Uploaded here and there,
Less poetry, the die's now cast,
Of that I'm well aware...

Yet Heaven waits the likes of me,
One room, that's all I need,
No mansion and no luxury,
Just rhymes to write and read...
For I'll be writing for all time,
Beyond this mortal frame,
My spirit glowing quite sublime,
No call for wealth or fame...

Just sharing thoughts of life and love
That angels may peruse
And smile if such prove good enough,
From all the words to choose...
Or maybe I'll just humbly pray
For poets on this Earth,
That God can guide them day by day
And help them prove their worth...

Perchance to write for decades yet,
As I did from my youth,
To look back now, without regret,
Because I shared God's truth...
Replacements come, replacements go,
My turn's now all but done,
Yet there's one truth I've yet to know,
That's when I meet God's Son...

So don't regret my passing, too,
My work here has to end
And on the day that I leave you,
I'll meet the Sinner's Friend...
The One called Jesus, known as Christ,
The One who died for me...
The One God loved yet sacrificed,
The King of Calvary...


Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2013.