Murray, UT, USA
On a Pale Horse
Speak softly, lest your voice offend the silence.
Come, sit with me, beneath the maple tree.
For, soon, my friend, I'm going on a journey:
My time is near; the Horseman comes for me.
My dreams are gone; my heart is torn and bleeding.
What horror could the end now hold for me?
I feel a gentle calm, though Death approaches;
For, when I die, I know I shall be free.
And, yet, my friend, I'll miss our times together -
The golden hours that you and I have shared.
For, even when life's trials have been the greatest,
You've filled my soul with peace, beyond compare.
I almost wish the end were not so near, now;
And, that my death, I somehow could delay.
For, if there is a means to end my sorrow,
I know that you would help me find the way.
The Horseman's here; I bid him, "Take me swiftly;
From life's dark pain, I long for death's reprieve!"
But, no! He turns away from me, perceiving
That I have much, as yet, for which to live.
And, so, my friend, I ask you, "Take me home, now;
And stay with me, throughout the lonely night.
Then, with your hand in mine, upon the morrow,
I'll find the strength to carry on the fight."
-Troy J. Hoecherl-
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