The cold breeze of death blew gently on her,
Leaving her with discomfort, pain and confusion.
She saw herself dwindling,
Her plump, glistering body gradually wasting away,
It was incredible.
Friends and acquaintances clustered around her,
Telling her sweet words for comfort and revival.
The magnitude of the pain was known to her alone.
Though she tried to conceal it and beam out smile,
It was obvious she was going.
That faithful moment, in the heart of the darkness of the night,
The invisible soldiers of the ‘mighty’ but not the ‘Almighty”
Grabbed and squeezed her beyond escape.
She struggled with them
But they overpowered her.
Before her final surrender, she gave me her final smile
Engage me in discussion
which I knew not would be her last .
We talked until she slept off and I too.
I woke up only to notice that she’s gone.
Could it be true? Is that the last?
Why didn’t you consider my intimacy with my beloved!
I kept on pondering
until I came to realize what St. Paul said
“To die is gain, to live is Christ.”
Oh! Death, you have engaged in futile exercise!
Had you known that your actions turns out to be the best,
You wouldn’t have to be roaming about with all your pains.
You only help to fulfill God’s plan because whether now or latter,
Every soul must converge at the presence of God.