In the final hours of his life
Jesus asked God
if there was any other way
besides the cross.
Then he said
if it be your will
I will follow it
We make so many assumptions
about death;
That it is to feared, a punishment,
visited upon our last breath.
We simply don’t know,
what happens in the silence-
so we assume it is to be feared,
and we cling with violence.
‘rage,rage against the dying of the light’
was a wonderful poem
but was of terrible insight.
To fight nothing and no one
includes death too-
as Jesus prayed in the garden
his faith in God’s plan grew.
He accepted torture
when we’re asked to accept a simple passing-
I now embrace the love of Christ’s plan
for me, for everlasting
Ben,
Your poem was so wise. One could just as well accept the dying of the light as rage against it. You are a gifted writer.
Love to you,
Suzanne