DEATH.

                                                             DEATH




                                           Even when the vast cold
Numbs and freezes appendages into
Withering icicles and the red life that runs stuttering
In capillaries threatening to stop
In its torrid course
And the joints groan with a brittling crackle
Like white fossils
I shall NOT relent in that resolve of life tenacious.
I see the fluttering foreboding of Death;
Black fleeting Expressions and Impressions  
Of the Enemy’s zeal
But my WILL bats him down.
Did I not see him here, and there and then?
With a resolute promise
Of my Quietus?
A resolve seemingly as strong as mine?
Let Death be my Sentinel
Until convinced I can be
That He is like the kiss of a lover


                                              My lips upon,
The brilliant sunset at twilight                                                                                                                   
                         
                                 The lofty height I aspire,
          The verdance of Jehovah’s Earth;
           Always at Her prime
          Like the fat and moist soil
          Upon which my seed
          Is sown,
         The sound and sight of songbirds
         The vast and inimitable
        Undulations of the Irrepressible sea,
                  The supple warm bosom of the Lord’s Grace
      Upon my Embrace.
      The smiling benediction;
       A mother to her child.
      Yes! Let him be my companion
      Upon an errand
      On my command;
      Resilience against an enemy.
      What death can assay the One who a companion
       Makes Death?


                            

                            Did I not see him here, there and then?
     Broad wings darkly
     Threatening Impotently                                                                                                                                  
                             My Resolve strong.