Poem: I Feel the End Coming

I feel the end coming, a hush in the sky,
The wind no longer whispers, it only sighs.
The stars look colder, the moon stands still,
Time folds inward—bends to its will.

Leaves stop mid-fall like they fear the ground,
Even silence has a heavier sound.
The birds no longer call the dawn,
As if they know that something’s gone.

I walk through rooms that hold their breath,
The mirrors blink with hints of death.
Shadows stretch where light once lay,
And dreams slip quietly away.

I feel the end—no trumpet’s cry,
No fire blazing through the sky.
Just the softest, strangest fading light,
Like night forgetting how to night.

But endings, too, can be a door,
A whisper through a deeper core.
So if this is the end I feel—
Let it come silent, sharp, and real.

Let it come not as a thief, but a friend—
I feel the end coming,
and I won’t pretend.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie