On The Far Bank He Awaits

On The Far Bank He Awaits

The world knows my face

And it makes many fear.

For I bring the husband heartache

And I bring the mother tears.

 

I whisper to the old

That their time is almost at hand.

I whisper to the bold

That time’s glass is pouring sand.

 

I cradle the stillborn babe

As it lays forever silent.

I hearken to all sounds tragic

In times when the world turns violent.

 

To pain and sadness I am drawn

Like a moth unto a flame,

To cover one with my dark cloak

And remove them from their pain.

 

To those in agony I am a blessing.

To those in good health I am a blight.

And to those in sorrow I am a refuge

When the world passes not from night.

 

Some choose to worship me

And some choose to fear.

Yet all know that close I lurk,

In waiting throughout the years.

 

As the first drop falls I enter.

As the last breath leaves I take.

And as loved ones grieve in sorrow

Another heart I’m off to break.

 

Even those that have no fear of me

Still fall under my watchful eye.

As the hands of time turn forever on

They, too, must someday say goodbye.

 

All the lands are my domain

And from the heavens to the earth.

From shore to shore I reap the harvest

That is sown with mortal birth.

 

 Few know the day on which I’ll come

But all know I shall be their final friend.

And gently shall I lead them away

After the final breath and the long day ends.

 

 

©T.A.Rogers

  20080216

 

Author's Note

Unbiased truth.