Endless Night

Barely is each man alive Before Death comes to claim his bride Thus betrothed we must abide Less willing, the groom to meet He feigns to court us from the rift Of time and space, and sends us gifts War and plague and violent shifts A harvest soon to reap When the endless night does come Our life upon this world be done There is no place, a soul can run Our maker soon will meet If we die before we wake And find we've made a grave mistake Prayers, too little and much too late May find deaf ears to boot But, if we wake before we die Remove the blinders from each eye We may just find that Death’s a lie And live to see the truth (My own "Thanitopsis") Christopher Thor Britt Motif: Philosophical and Spiritual