The Day I Died

The death of me - unsure when that will be. I need to live without dark thoughts at night. To trip the wire, and close the blinds sans sight, and wing my soul into eternal spree… The day “I died,” it’s surely sad - not I. I do behold the eyes of Christ - his, mine. I hear the angels’ bliss in praise divine. Elsewhere, with teardrop-kiss, kin bid goodbye. I’m satisfied in imperfected steps. I’ve stepped into abode, where all’s made right. I greet departed folk - I’m on a high. My kids cannot pursue this flight of steps. It is their time to live, not die - to fight. At great divide - we all peruse blue sky. 4/16/2023 Sponsor: Craig Cornish Envelope Sonnet abbacddcefgefg iambic pentameter