Death, a dark and ugly sting,
It lays it’s head on everything.
The youngest child can sense the grief
Within the wake left by this thief.
But, just as sunlight warms the soul,
And starlight breaks the Vault of Coal,
The opposite of day is night,
The other side of dark is light.
Life and time are family,
So Death must be eternity.
And where the end of life is night,
Death, begins eternal light.
So if I tend to hesitate,
Confronted by my final fate,
I’ll surely run with open stride,
When I’m on the other side.
From the tears now at this place,
To a loving, warm, embrace.
And, quite content at Heaven’s view,
With all God’s children, wait for you.
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