Death comes calling
The Midnight Caller
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Twas death himself I’m sure
Waiting silently outside my door
Though no door I’ve ever seen
Could keep him away once lured.
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He held out his hand
Pale and slim
Yet warm and strong
Inviting
“Take my hand and walk with me
You know that’s what you want it to be
No more pain and strife
No hurt or tears
Not even one more for this sharp life”.
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But as ever before my answer came
To these beguiling words from Death
“Even for the heartsore
I cannot follow you yet.
My time is not right now
There are others her in this life
Who still need me on this side
They may not know just why or how
But deep inside I know this.
I cannot leave this life
Nor desert them in this way”.
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This life is heavy
My heart bowed down
No answers can be found
In despair I stand and pray for answers
My belief: that they can be found
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I sensed a smile play around his mouth
A sparkle in dark eyes
“I see you have not yet given up the fight
So, one more I must bid you, Goodnight
Remember though, I am always here
Waiting for your call
When midnight chimes awaken you
Remember, I wait for you too.”
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Blessings, Susan ♥
© Susan Jamieson, 2014
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