an uneasy interruption

in the end

I will fade away,

like the early morning dawn,

quietly changing from darkness

into light,

without a sound,

without a fight,

a passing whisper

in the middle of the

dark, crisp night;

we all do,

we all will,

we simply have

little choice;

words will mean very little,

relationships even less,

memories but a brief moment,

an uneasy interruption,

a passing vapor

in a world of swirling mist;

I have been to the mountaintop,

I have peered into the oblivion below,

I have heard the small still voice,

I have known the touch

of His calm, cool hand;

words will never be enough.

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