There’s Only This
There is no graceful end in sight,
no peaceful dimming of the light;
no hand to hold; no gentle kiss
upon your brow. There's only this -
your own reflection in the night.
When fragile flesh and fear collide
and faith alone fails to ignite
a vision of eternal bliss,
there is no grace
your God can grant - no blessing bright
or beautiful. No spirit, sprite
or saviour shall appear. One hiss
of breath is all that still exists.
The end is ice. Cold. Bitter. White.
There is no grace.