Alone With God

The loveliness of hills, the lakes, the streams,

The waterfalls we visited, the skies

Above our days so sanctified by love,

And the haunting sapphire beauty of her eyes. . .

We walked upon a path unseen, unknown,

And heard the footsteps and the Voice that called

Echoing through the corridors of time.

I face thee Death, humbled yet unappalled,

For One who lit the fires of the sun,

The same created thee and this I know,

My destiny is clear, through centuries

And all the seasons of my soul I grow.

The heavens and the earthly lanes I've trod

And at the end shall stand alone with God.