meandering creativity, symbols and emotion

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Worse Than Death

I'm pretty sure I am not afraid of death;
no more than anyone else I have met.

I am afraid my new dog won't like me;
and I'm scared my wife will grow to dispise me;

Any children I might have will not trust
in the God of Isaiah and Jacob

I will be alone, with just you Lord,
ready to face death, but bored.

1 comment:

  1. I'm fascinated by this poem. Care to elaborate?