Death By Grace

O’ death You are beautiful…… I wish that I could be with you Exchanging blows that life threw My suffering would be through. You are an inspiration…… I look for you before I sleep To prepare me for your keep Take away my sorrow that’s into deep. You are a giver…….. My darkest nights I want to flee There’s little resilience left in me I would rebound on your decree You are rejuvenating…. My past with be obliterated Less baggage to carry, now less weighted Douse my life that has been ill-fated. You are a protector…. I fear the reaper who carries the scythe I trust him not with my life under his cloak perhaps a knife. You are my trustee….. Tie my fears to a raft Let it float like a craft Swallowed up by the draft You are a leader….. O’ death you live in the dark I promise you I will not spark I see you as a patriarch You are watchful…. With the weight of sorrow and grim It so weakens my body of spirit and vim Reduced to ashes from bone to skin You are receiving….. I yearn for your embrace to comfort me that no one can replace This night will be swallowed by your grace Death is an antidote for suffering Life cannot defy it, as for me, life without death is smothering