As the Days Tick Away
sleep,
so death,
do I beat thee
every night,
softly, without
a fight?
Death,
so sleep,
do I dream thee
every day,
softly, within
my plight?
God,
So Holy,
do I praise Thee
w' every breath,
Softly, with you
beyond m' own death?
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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