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
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