Bond Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A bond of life grows within each of us,
we hold it close, fearful of it's demise.

At times.

We look forward to death and pray for it's
coming when we are sick or suffering
beyond what we feel we should.

At times.

On our deathbeds, spiritually we embrace
death, striving to go peacefully.

At times.

Appreciation of life is seldom spoken
of or lived accordingly, yet we enjoy
it's presence.

At times.


When the time comes for us to exhale
our final breath we go to our Lord in
peace and grace.

At times.

When death is present, it's difficult
to live a full life and be thankful
for this gift.

At times.

Having faith and hope at times helps
us to believe we will be one with God.