The Life
Heaven called out your name,
in a hushed whisper.
Your time on earth
very close to an end.
The angels watched
from way up above,
as you made your way
through the remaining days.
As the grains in your hourglass
slipped by in silence.
And the unsuspecting hour
shadowed closer,
As the reaper comes
to collect the soul
in that human vessel
contained.
Your last breath,
eyes focused on the distance,
a hushed whisper,
Your final words they held.
As you bid this world,
this mortal life a last farewell.
Copyright © Tanja Vermaak | Year Posted 2014
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