I can hardly offer a breath,
When all my life is nearing death,
But what does it matter,
Its almost end of day;
My heart's gripped in silence,
But still somehow I pray.

I can't even move from here now,
Though I know the way to know how,
But what if it passes,
While I'm here at stay;
My eyes see the empty,
But can't find your way.

One more encounter to fulfill,
Then I'll be home as to be still,
But these burdens won't drop,
Silently kept at bay;
Quiet whispers speak loud,
Your voice says let them lay.

You are my great shelter,
A defense when I'm weak,
A place of true keeping,
When all else fades to bleak,


A hope not just in death,
A life of hope with breath,
Not just comfort in end
But every pain you mend
You've freed me to be free.

I find class and transience in your poem. You illustrate a story with depth and meaning.

Comfort and peacefulness in this poem. What a pleasant change. Thank you.

Thank you ~ that girl, Hey Hey.... Have a great night

Jameson

You are a dear, dear person, and it shows very much in your writing. Your faith inspires me.

~Much Love~
Megan

Thank you rosediamond, you are very kind. Keep encouraging others the way you do , have a great day.