Dying, We Awake To Eternal Life.

His fragile fevered brow is soaked with life’s sweat Nearing the end, his death has not arrived just yet Shivering, his body is on fire, he makes a gentle sigh His frame broken down by the years now passed by The end of the final chapter, his book has grown old Soon in a faith filled church, his past tales will be told He’s a person, loved, surrounded by his living history His family hold one another, parts of his closing story Go quietly now love, for the time has come to move on Hush now, your wearied tiredness, is oh so nearly gone Soon the warmth of living will become so stiff and cold Leaving this earth’s dusty soil, so as to join an eternal fold He enters deaths doorway that will close quickly behind A peace beyond imagination, a kind welcome he will find Tears flow, fond goodbyes are spoken a kiss of farewell Do not mourn too long have faith, know he is now well. Patrick Brennan © 2010