My Fear

I do not fear because i know who is near, but I do fear for what does leer. It not be Death, for that was planned. Nor it be life, for it will continue; For the higher purpose of His will. It is not the regret, for life happens as we decide it. It is not pride, for it is fleeting, and all my works will be forgotten. The deeds of mine, are nothing compared to it, what He has planned for me. What I fear is that I will be nevermore. Never remembered, just a faceless existence. In a grave to be never mentioned by name, just forgotten, in a vast history that never stops.