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" Light Under Death's Door "

The Chamber is there waiting, waiting and calling, Out in the darkness the rain is steadily falling.

Why does my soul resist so, this force that compels me to go? Why do I fight, when I know, Life is but a shell of what was?

An emptiness, a longing to retain, yet seeking release from this unbearable weight of pain.

Show me the path of which to follow; a dimension into which I can ascend_ Oh! for a source of strength upon which to draw, A flesh without covering, burning and raw.

Out in the shadows the Grim Reaper waits. Will I resist him once more? Is my will to live greater than my wish to die?

Does my will get weaker with every encounter?  How can I measure it, how can I know? Is it my destiny? I see the candle burning low,will I stay or will I go?

In your hands, Oh Holy One, lies my fate, Send this child of infirmity a sign before it's too late. The candle has burned to its bitter end, now I must go and meet my darkest friend.

by Mary S. Hymel      Copyright © 1971-2000    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Written about a friend who was dying of cancer and equated her life with  a candle that was burning lower and lower with each treatment. There were times she felt death would be a welcomed friend. She had made her peace with God and is now an Angel in His kingdom.

Music~Mendelleson~38~The Elija Chrous