What Would Death Have In Store

What would death have in store Similar to what I’ve waited for, And along my lasting way Will I have to suffer more? What if tonight I sit and pray Till I get nothing to say, And when vanity interferes Shall I pack my things or stay? I get hopes and I get fears, Angels coping at my ears, All what keeps the deafening sound Is a lake of useless tears. We move, and move, and move around In a circle yet not found, But if we raise our looks up high, Holy mother has never frowned. By simple nature we just try, Though it’s more to justify What a grateful smile can bring, Yet it’s hard to simplify. Amidst the world of shattered rings And lovely cardinals with broken wings, Without the power of a king, Who on Earth would dare and sing? Jessica J. Hanna 25th of feb. 07