The Finale

 

Does fear lie behind the thought of death

or is there a semblance of hope inter mingled

Are we to look forward and not back

or to some imaginings of a new life

 

We move closer to it everday

age manifests its imminence

To reflect over a life spent

to celebrate or lament

 

Past wrong doings are drenched with regret

a failure to love or be loved

The mind holds sepia pictures

of days, months and years past

 

Those we have loved, departed or present

are held in the sanctuary of the heart

Farewells will be tearful and profoundly felt

are we to be together again...so much unknowing

 

Pride and conceit will take a mighty fall

prejudice and fear fall as castles of ruin

Joy and love buoy the soul

yet fear simmers beneath the surface

 

Each morning could be the final day

the last breath with obituary already written

A prayer, perhaps, to pave the way

to the promise of an eternal rest