Last night, Death paused briefly at my door
Like a shadow He moved across the floor
I felt the icy chill of his breath
I knew He had come, the Lord of Death
As He passed, in silence and in stealth
No fear, no terror nor fright I felt
He paused for a moment, then moved on his way
No one here, was on his list today
Through the bedroom wall He crept
To where our neighbour soundly slept
And stopped for a moment at her bedside
Her time had come He would not be denied
As He gently embraced her in his arms
No rosary beads, crucifix, no holy charms
Could save her now from the Collector of Souls
Time to exit the stage, she had played her roles
Daughter, Widow, Mother and Wife
She had given her best, all her life
She felt no fear, no terror nor dread
As she joined the Procession of the Dead.
To meet those that had gone before her
And the loving embrace of her God and Saviour.
c. Denis Murphy 29 January 2019.