The Face of Death

The Face of Death

I see the face of Death –
A kind face, lined and careworn, tinged with sadness.
His eyes, compassionate, filled with tears
Of both sorrow and joy
As he waits for me and I for him –
For the freedom, peace, and rest that he will bring.
Soon, he will offer his hand
With a tear-stained smile,
And I, welcoming his embrace,
Will follow him home.

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