| The Writ Of Creation’s Power
Time, stay thy stand a moment more!
Spare my soul a lasting thought,
A concluding prayer before
My supplication is naught!
O Allah, Buddha, Christ! O God!
O Demon of the dark deep!
Hold my trembling hand, while I nod
Away to the final sleep!
I go as a lamb to slaughter,
My spirit as pure as fire,
My heart flowing as clear water,
With hope as my only choir.
And whether to heaven or hell,
Or to some cold, dreamless, space,
What prophetic savior can tell?
Or if my tears will leave a trace!
Away childish consternation!
I go where forever goes!
Let faith be my consecration!
I meet eternal repose!
Let peace be at my side – my guide
At this long-awaited hour.
My destiny I will abide -
The writ of creation’s power.
~ Daniel F Mitchell |