My Last Sunset
I feel the curtain descending,
My days growing fewer.
Twilight is an unwavering
Relentless pursuer.
Mortality is sobering,
It spares no one the truth.
It lays to rest the strongest heart,
And peels away our youth.
And buried ‘neath the earth we find
The bones of fallen prey.
The greatest, and the least of us,
And all the shades of gray.
From amoeba to dinosaurs,
However large or small,
Life can’t escape this predator,
The reaper conquers all.
But we can live with dignity,
Unbound by terror’s net.
A life spent in fear’s shadow is
Potential never met!
We can search each day for safety,
Hide our heads in the sand,
But with Jesus as our armor,
We have the strength to stand.
So do not weep when I depart,
I never lost my way.
I stood against life’s errant storms,
And fought another day!
I’ll sail into that good night with
Christ’s name upon my lips.
And leave this vessel to the deep,
With all the other ships!
And I will do that without fear,
Or lingering regret.
For salvation’s light awaits me,
Beyond my last sunset.
About this poem
How will you face the end? There will be one, you know. The sun will set on your life, and like that, it will be over. And you will face that end in the same way that you face life. And how DO you face life? Do you hide? Do you let COVID rule your choices? If you spent the last year and a half cowering in place, and running from every unmasked neighbor, then your last sunset will be VERY unpleasant.
Written on August 13, 2021
Submitted by MarkS on August 13, 2021
Modified by MarkS on August 13, 2021
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,007 |
Words | 188 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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