At The Edge Of The Woods Poem by r james sterzinger

This dark night is
A night for brooding
And I will brood
As I look at the clouds
Like Whitman said
'Endlessly rocking'

I will stare at the stars
They stare back at me
I am sure, also
Brooding too.

As a friend dies
I think of my own death
For sure I will join him
I am well into middle age.

When I go I hope
I am at terms with it
Better than I am
At this moment in time,
More at peace with it,
As I walk this dark late
Winter night.I know

What I don't want is a thousand
People trying to pray me
Into confusion, for a healing
I won't get. For God to have
A change of mind.

I'd say 'Get them the hell out'
I just want to be comfortable
with whatever He decides,
Then make my amends..

Tonight however is
A night for brooding.
All's quiet.
I can smell the molding
Leaves,
At the edge of the woods.