Member Poem

When you dread the break of day
and wait with bated breath
the dawn of dusk
for an eerie peace to descent,
When the balmy twilight
singes your soul and you yearn  
for the welcoming arms of darkness,
When you begin to walk
and lose all sense of direction
but are too far down the road
to turn back,
When you turn to your friends
and find none to comfort you,
When the concept of an all pervading God
dissipates like the morning mist
besetting you with doubts and fear;
 
Then death appears like a beacon of hope,
in the midst of a looming storm,
beckoning your weary soul ashore.