Before My Candle Goes Out

I want no weeping or wailing,
Nor prayers which are delaying,
The glorious exit awaiting.

My eyes have seen a vision.
My time is at it’s conclusion.
For eternity was seen beyond,
In front of me a timeless song.

I want but the touch of a hand,
The warmth of a friend,
Who understands...

Before my candle goes out.

The cards and flowers
I no longer need.
I’m ready to take this flight.
I’m ready to be freed.

It matters not my age.
I’m in my last chapter.
Turning my last page.

Don’t stand there in a daze.
Usher me in with His praise.
Let Him take pleasure in my death,
While there’s still little of me left.

He is blowing my candle out.




Joyce Rogers
copyright 1998

All rights reserved








Back To The Poetry Gallery

Home

You are poetry hit

Joyce Rogers/artist/poet
Copyrighted © 2000
All Rights Reserved...Not To Be Used Without Expressed Written Permission From The Author...
Joyce Rogers
All rights reserved