Sitting in Michael's Lap
Take me now, sweet darkness, I am yours:
I need no longer stay, for I have naught
To hold me to this unforgiving world --
This punishment that God and Time have wrought.
My spirit broken, and my body worn,
I yearn for nothing more than this release;
In blackness fade the colors of my pain,
In death, the soul enjoys a quiet peace.
Much slower now, the beating of my heart ...
My lungs, too weak to draw this shallow breath ...
And only now, I tremble, as I face
The certainty of my impending death.
A sudden light, so piercing in the dark,
Enwraps me, as my senses slowly fade ...
A sad protest, once muffled by despair,
Cries sorrow at this fatal choice I've made.
I see, enraptured, family and friends
In silence gathered at an early grave;
And hear their thoughts, that mourn a troubled girl
Who was too weak to fight; too lost to save ...
Then came a Voice, from that ethereal light
As golden as the summer skies at noon;
The gentle words were sad, but filled with love:
"Beloved child, you've come to Me too soon!"
The velvet darkness claimed my vision then.
I dreamed of peace, enfolded in His arms;
For death's chill fingers could not touch me here;
His warm embrace protected me from harm.
On waking, in that cold and empty heart
That once so haunted me, His glow remained:
With humble tears, I prayed to Him in thanks
For saving what I'd thrown away in vain.
Though years have passed since that, my darkest night,
I have no doubt whose healing made me whole:
Though doctors bled the poison from my veins,
T'was God who lifted darkness from my soul.
"Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus"
(Now as I hear this bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.")
[This message has been edited by Nochtdraco (edited 09-06-99).]