[reflecting on Psalm 49: 4-9, Matt 24: 37-44...*]
Why should I tremble as darkness falls,
when thieves of worldly riches strike?
That I should be unburdened would be a blessing
for they cannot take my Light.
But I dare not slumber as night draws near
For on One Thief I wait with hope
that I might be a treasure worth retrieving
before the dawn of Satan's reign bursts forth.
Catch me not napping when he tiptoes in
to steel the ready and the waiting,
the righteous and sinners forgiven both.
Good Thief, do not steal Yourself from me.
Gripped by this fear of losing Your love,
I will rage, rage against the dying of the light.**
As long as I'm awake, their is no night.
For on One Thief I wait and will not slumber.
*Holy Bible, **Dylan Thomas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love the poetic flow, love that it wasnt sing songy, love the content. very very nice. I aspire to be, some day. Ralph Sage