Poem: At Death’s Door

At death’s door, I stand so still,
A quiet breath, a gentle will.
The shadows soft, the light so clear,
No fear remains, nor sorrow here.

The fading world, a distant song,
A lullaby that’s pure and long.
Each moment whispers, calm and deep,
A promise made for souls to sleep.

The winds are warm, the stars are near,
A touch of grace, a glimpse of dear.
I know not where this path may go,
But in its peace, I trust and know.

No tears to shed, no pain to bear,
Just endless rest, a tender care.
At death’s door, I find my grace,
A final step, a soft embrace.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie