Happening Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

I can feel it happening;
Taking bits and pieces
Of me each day.
Soon I will pass
Beyond earthly things;
Be taken away completely.
It is a time I once feared
But that’s all disappeared now.
For me death speaks in gentle ways
In rays of sunlight through the trees,
The soft lullabying of a cool breeze;
Many such moments of final grace
Are a great peace and comfort to me.
But, sweet Jesus, how long
Before you still these waters;
Let my soul run free?
Life has had its day with me
And most of those I’ve loved
Have gone on before me;
Now I, too, am old and weary
And SO ready to fly.