If we consider life a gift,
then why not death as well?
Or else to Him a shorter shrift
our actions' stories tell.
Is judiciously planning for you,
destroying that work the next,
capricious, futility to ensue,
Design in sane context?
Suppose we name this life, prayer,
and death we call, amen,
then faith becomes an active player,
whose fruit matures 'til, when
with unexplained largesse, He pours
into a raptured soul,
the sight of heaven's opened doors,
creation's final goal.
A shameless sham that death we fear,
each man in his own way,
when what He has by faith made clear,
No more hang back in sullen rage
despairing earthly toil,
your best is yet to come, engage
the eyes on heaven's soil!