John Loving Iii Poet Rhyme

The Grim Reaper Stopped By

Unwanted visitor knocks at the door
Unwilling my feet that pace the floor
Wanting but not finding the patience of the brave
Peeking around surroundings for what would save
A ghost is still living in a haunted house
The heart slowly answers the would be shout
My after life still fears the nearing calls
Afraid of the souls quite possible fall
Why should I fear my memory ask?
When life and living have completed task
Where shall I wonder after the fall?
Why am I worried when I answered the call
Why wonder the fears that creep
When the lose of this body a new soul seeks
Why wait any longer in this defiled self
When newness awaits it’s promised health
Worry not, says the preceding crowd
Seek not worries that are very loud 
Accept the calling coming from the clouds
The narrow path that souls have paved
Parents and grands where temples stayed
Tempt not the life that was laid
Who was the first before you raised
So maybe you wont see the End of Days
Suffer just a little and let God be praised

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Kelly Deschler January 17, 2024 at 7:29 PM A moment we all must face, though most of us should not "fear the reaper"... Thank you for sharing such a thought-provoking and emotive poem. Very, very well written, John!

Valsa George June 26, 2023 at 9:02 PM When the grim reaper comes to claim our life , no one will be willingly opening the door gladlly. It is human to fear death. But on philosophical brooding, we come to believe that death is a portal to enter a new life. A poem closely philosophical and stemming from your faith. Thanks John for your visit to my page

Jennifer Proxenos June 26, 2023 at 8:34 AM Who is ever ready for the grim reeaper to knock on ones door, but as as sure day turns to night and night to day each one of us will be called by our Maker. Your poetic talent and faih is evident and a blessing John. Keep well and as I have met you now on soup and read your poem, I will go back and read others, hope you stay a while with us as I see your long breaks. blessings, Jennifer

Andrea Dietrich June 20, 2023 at 12:54 PM You have such great faith and love, john. i hope you will be staying around still for quite some time. i remember on FB you said you had a close call. let's hope this is a better week for you!

David Fisher June 20, 2023 at 7:30 AM Excellent poem that makes one think again about the details of our last breath.

Sotto Poet June 19, 2023 at 4:46 PM With great admiration, John, I must commend your poetic creation. It is a poignant reminder that no matter how long our earthly existence endures, our innate desire to persist remains steadfast. Nevertheless, the divine hand of Providence ultimately beckons all souls to return to their eternal home. Thanks for your comment on my page

Judy Ball June 18, 2023 at 7:54 PM I think many of us feel just this way when it comes to our own mortality. The old saying,"I want to go to Heaven, but not today.' comes to mind. I am leaving it all up to Him since it is totally out of my hands anyway. I have to agree with Sara on this. A really fine write my friend. God Bless. JB

Sara Kendrick June 17, 2023 at 5:10 AM Well, no matter how old we live to be, we definitely want to keep on living, but God does call all people home. I know that the only way that heaven awaits me is through Jesus who gave His life willingly, was raised from the dead and is living in heaven now. Glory to God. Thanks for sharing your testimony in poetic form. Your visit to my page was interesting. Sara

James Peranteau June 16, 2023 at 4:37 PM Amen! A rhyme dear poet, which i found; delight likewise, wise....have the spirited day....much love, james