Waiting

Another day of anguished waiting
My earthly life, now put on hold
Another day, that I am hating
Of my death, I have been told

My life is now an hour glass
My days, those grains of sand
Veiled by tears, I watch them pass
As I am funneled, to my end

I cannot slow or stop the flow
Each grain, thus bleeds my heart
All earthly things, I should let go
But as yet, not ready to depart

My sorrow strikes like lightning
Piercing bolts of what's to come
My doubts and fears keep heightening
Until deaths hand does me succumb

In this world, I'm just a speck
My life, sifting into death
As that last grain, slips past the neck
I'll take my final breathe

I wonder if, I'll fly on wings
Or be prodded by a scythe
Will my remorse, then save my soul
When I am forced, to leave this life
BOEMS BY JA 498

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My sorrow strikes like lightning Piercing bolts of what's to come My doubts and fears keep heightening Until deaths hand does me succumb...... i wonder i will fly on wings....... yes surely you will fly on wings because God loves you as his own and you are going to fly..... thank you my dear poet for all these reflections. tony