The Silent Whisper
As the soft whisper of death speaks into his ears,
You can see it in his eyes,
The loneliness and shear terror of his fears.
As I took hold of his dying hand,
The very blood draining from his heart,
I could feel the warmth of his breath upon me.
I could feel the coldness of the eternal chill,
As the last breath of life slowly slips from his lips,
I heard the silent whisper of his will.
“Please ohh GOD in the heavens above,
Carry my soul across the river’s keep,
Let me not fall into an eternal darkness of sleep,
But instead, to awaken to the grace of your sweet love”.
So I stood there crying tears into a river’s flow,
I dropped down to my knees in utter awe,
The last sight that could be seen in his eyes,
Was the purity of a glow.
As I felt the warmth slowly draining from his heart,
I knew his soul was carried into the gates keep,
I saw it in the last glaze of his eyes as they fell to sleep.
The love of his soul became the token of his will,
As the nightly candle was lit to fulfill,
The eternal darkness was not to be,
For within the purity of the light shall one see.
Forever shall his memory live on as this rhyme,
The silent whisper flowing into the oceans of time…
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