Though death has sought me
Several times at least.
I’ve prevailed as my will has possessed my strength
I’ve not let death decide my end,
While my decisions, and God
Have provided me a home on earth.
The distance to heaven is but a blink or breath.
To travel to such a height
Would be a choice to decline or accept,
When time tolls for the call to answer.
Those who feel love
With future joys in sight
May decline with vigor in their hearts.
Those who tire of dreaded days ahead
And think the rest to be
in the ending beats within their chest.
I’ve chosen the chance of future times
That may give me a place
to renew a sparkle of what I see.
So it’s here I wish to be,
Sharing the last ray of light that streams into view,
The things unfinished that I’ve begun,
And those I wish to begin anew
The love I feel now by my side.
I’ll not give up my chosen place
The place where breath warms love within.
© Rick Wyman 11/20/19