It is no easy thing to ponder death
yet it's a subject we cannot ignore.
We wonder what comes after final breath
and dread the pain that sometimes comes before.
Years seem to gain momentum as they go.
For some it is a source of discontent
when suddenly the candid numbers show
we've fewer days remaining than we've spent.
I'm neither brave nor foolish but I hope
the One who gave us life will prove steadfast,
providing promised presence as we cope
not only with first things but with last.
My fragile faith is one that ebbs and flows;
as body wanes, I pray the spirit grows.
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