When Death Comes Too Soon Poem by bonifacio alba

When Death Comes Too Soon
by Bonifacio Alba

I saw death among child, youth, and old,
Not just the weary, but the bright and bold.
Through illness, accidents—silent and loud,
Souls ascending beyond the cloud.

Is it nature's course, the body's cry,
To what we eat, to air and sky?
A whisper of balance, broken and torn,
A warning in every ailment born.

Some say death is sin's own wage,
A toll collected from age to age.
But what of a child, pure and new—
A babe in arms, with life so few?

What wrong had they to thus atone?
What weight of sin had they alone?
Innocence taken in breath so brief,
Leaves the living caught in grief.

Does sin and nature both conspire,
In threads unseen, a force entire?
Or is it mystery, wrapped in grace,
Beyond the grasp of time and place?

Perhaps not all can understand,
The map of life is not so planned.
Yet through the sorrow, pain, and loss,
We glimpse a shadow of the cross.

So when we ask why some must part,
We trust a God who sees the heart.
And though we mourn what we can't see,
There's peace in love's eternity.