James Mclain Poet Lyric

Knowing When You Are Going To Die

To know the Hour that finds my Name—
Unfastens—every Day—
The World—no longer casual—
But sacred—in its Stay—

Each Morning—with Out urgency—
A Hymn—too brief to waste—
The Sun—no longer certain—now—
But chosen—by my Taste—

I eat the Light—deliberate—
I drink the Air—aware—
That Breath—is not a Habit—but
A Mercy—held in Care—

I keep my Hands—employed in Good—
As though Kindness—were a Flame—
That Death—may circle—cannot quench—
Nor learn from me a name—

Each Moment—stands—an Interview—
With Eternity—disguised—
And Gratitude—becomes the Proof
That Life—was realized—

So when the Clock—remembers Me—
And Silence—claims my Part—
I leave—no frantic Testament—
But Wakefulness—of Heart—

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Paige Hind December 14, 2025 at 6:53 PM Very powerful, I can see your light. Light travels after death I believe...even in physics, I think...right? Your works are always so meaningful.