Death Gestures At My Door
Last week Wednesday, Death gestured toward my door,
I turned to look, yet my door remained closed and safe from its grasp.
Last week, Death gestured toward my door,
I turned to look a second time and in the distance I saw a dark web.
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Each day I look in the distance, yet my eyes see only the sky and grass,
and at first light, the golden rays of sun signal the new day’s birth.
Each day I look and each day I see the same,
first the light and then the day spreads out before my eyes and remains until darkness comes.
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Last week Wednesday, Death gestured toward my door,
it tried to make me believe it was time and made me twist my heart.
No, never more will I let that dark Angel cause me anguish,
nor will I believe that Death came to wave havoc upon my door.
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But then today, last week’s Wednesday next, I find a message piercing my heart,
telling me that the time for first lights and birth will no longer be.
Now in the darkness I grapple with this moment of truth
and wonder how I can decide to thrust the final sword or can I still attempt to control destiny.
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Suddenly, without much other warning my door opens,
and immediately I know peace will change to sadness and tears.
I turn to look in the distance and I see a dark foreboding web
clinging to my doorway and I can feel it’s lecherous breath in that moment.
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The winged Death now enters my home with its darkened web,
its presence is paralyzing and I sit in utter helplessness waiting for it to strike.
Death now beckons with long slender fingers from outstretched arms
and when I look again I see no darkened web of fear, I only see the golden grace of God.
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I pause, nod and smile upward as I see the glow of God’s Angel.
Soon It will be the time I have ignored–the time for me to let things be.
And inwardly I know my emptiness will begin to fill with the glow of God’s Angel
and it will bring back my peace and the first light of day.