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Sunset of a Life

February 17, 2010

Beside the swollen river
Naked willows bend to drink.
A loon sounds in the distance
As I sit alone and think.

Many seasons I have spent here
On this little patch of land;
Praying for a myriad,
Pouring water on these hands.

It is the end of winter,
And so, too, perhaps, for me.
But as it is with seasons
Brand new life is yet to be.

If I should fall asleep here,
Never more to wake again;
‘Tis only this old body,
Not the soul that is within.

And when I meet my Maker
I pray He will say to me:
“Well done, My faithful servant,
Home now, for eternity!”

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