Unassailable Belief

Count me not yet among the dying and dead

For I have lost all fear of life and dread

Not the vacant Void or featureless calm,

Have felt a mighty Presence whose deep balm

Compassionate and wise envelopes me

Protecting all that is and is to be,

Though I in grief have lately lost my aim

And life goes on, each dawn much the same

Yet shall I grow transcending every grief

And hold to my unassailable belief

That Death who lingers in the depths of me

Is only God guiding eternally

This soul and every soul for His delight;

Our future is not anything but bright.