Death

 

I am become as nothing,

A hollow pit,

A vacancy of sorrow,

Unlifed, unlit;

A ghost of empty silence,

Afloat in dream,

Through starless wastes of darkness,

Across night's stream;

Over voids of blank unseeing,

Undwelt of God;

A numb grey pain of being,

A crumbled clod...

 

Why have You gone and left me

Bereft of grace,

Within this soundless, senseless

Cold tomb of space?

 

— Yet with sweet memories of

Your Love and light,

Of Beauty now withdrawn from

My stained dimmed sight;

Of deep warm Joy overflooding

Each cell with song,

Of Life-founts rippling over

In rapturous throng —

Pale memories still haunting

The prisoned breath,

That carve my pain more deep through

This living death.

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