Music of the Harpy 32

I mean no offense to anyone with this poem. I wrote it while I was going through a cancer issue.

Music of the Harpy 32

The Reaper is my harvester;
I shall want no more.
He makes me to lie down in the cold dark ground; 
He pushes me into the swirling waters.
He destroys my body; 
He pushes me in the paths of destruction for His name's sake.

Yea, though I stumble through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear evil; 
For You are with me; Your scythe and your black robe, they discomfort me.

You have prepared a hole before me in the presence of my friends;
You anoint my body with the shroud; My cup runs dry.
Surely doom and despair shall follow me all the remaining days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Reaper for ever.

Reviews

[Nessly]

Interesting interpretation of the lord's prayer. Thanks.

-V

[H.L. Cerveise]

How you see it is how I wanted it to come across. As Job found out life "isn't always full of gumdrops and lollipops." I did not have the patience of Job at that time in my life, lol.