-- The Burden of Death --
by John Herlihy
The heavy burden of death we carry best we can
Over shoulders, under eyelids, women and men
Some come to death’s door cryin’ and screamin’
Others die with nary a peep, their eyes beaming
We do see this world in anticipation of the next
Say it in all seriousness without any sense of jest
Say this world, knowing in future comes another
One life can never be enough, sister and brother
To lie in green pastures, by still waters to reside
I shall not want when by your sacred will I abide
On the path of righteousness to restore my soul
Fulfill one’s true identity to be made again whole
This the truth that in our lives we will surrender
This the purpose that our hearts will remember
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Sunday 11 August 2024
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I hope to die peacefully in my sleep. My sleep these days consists of dreams. Some of them could be easily turned into short stories, largely of success and some of unabashed carnal pleasure. I have long prepared for the event, so when it comes I will have no regret.
Ron