Bring me Death;
that angel,
fallen star,
avenger
of sin and God.
Obliterator
of want and pain,
educator,
of the vain living.
Bring me life;
that shattered jar,
spilling out
bright countenance.
Bring me joy
and ample sun
to shine upon
my fleeting being.
There is no course
of “come and go”,
quite like this
lit menagerie
of conflict
and contentment grown
in a garden of our
iniquity.
Bring me weakness,
bring me strength,
appointed unto me
in timely measure.
Let no word
contain the soul,
but that
which begins
in the mouth of God.
Bring me Heaven.
Bring me Hell.
Leave no bit
of this unportioned.
When I shuffle off
to cross the river,
I wish that you
know I was favored
with every breath,
with every smile;
a life in full.
HG – 2021
