Death, Come Not Silent

Death, come not silent as a ghost in the night Let me hear you in the sound of golden chimes Gifted archangels all pure and white, In gleaming robes of transcendent purity Golden aura surrounding ethereal form, Chanting voices like Gregorian monks of old Floating softly on mists of jasmine perfumes, Their heavenly pauses awaiting the time To raise the royal diadem of awakening, Welcoming the wayfaring stranger home. when I come to Thee with my outstretched arms receive wandering lost soul for I am poor and needy finding my eternal rest THIRD PLACE WINNER written October 8, 2021 especially for “Let’s Mix It Up” poetry contest sponsored by Constance La France unrhymed 11-syllable couplet, unrhymed 8-line free verse, tanka 5-7-5-7-7