Signed, Sealed, Delivered (Not yours)

And what, oh death, would you remove from me
By dimming lights?  I do not fear the dark,
For like Alaskan summer nights that see
A flick of black, an unimpressive arc—
Your cloak shall fall; it can’t contain the light
And life of him you do not own.  The seal
And signatures are proof you lost this fight
And I was part and parcel of the deal.

I will not stand for threats both veiled and seen:
Your hostage games or promises of sleep.
Don’t try me with your good cop, bad, routine,
Predictions of how many there will weep
When I am gone.  For there is not true sorrow—
They’ll blink tonight and praise with me tomorrow.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. heavenhappens
    Jun 24, 2013 @ 13:04:52

    A wonderful poem, so deep and lots to think about in it.


  2. readinpleasure
    Jun 24, 2013 @ 13:55:58

    Oh death, where is thy sting? The victory was won by the blood of Christ. Beautiful and powerfully deep, WC. 🙂


  3. Alice Keys
    Jun 30, 2013 @ 05:34:21

    WC, This is a deep and rich piece of writing. Alice


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