Our Best Friend

Our Best Friend

Skeletal finger and dressed in black

death is always our final destination.

It's where light is not at all present

but all is part of God's creation.

It lies in a sobering place

echoing with tales no longer there

where all earthly souls are led

bringing to light angst and despair.

Winding through time and space

effecting us all, the high and meek

seeking, finding, every hidden place

icy hands closing on what he does seek.

With fears and tears, that we all have shed

for all are but frail and mortal,

not able to toss the yoke of living

finding peace in darkness, another portal.

The ferryman waits to take you there

ending each soul in a moment of time

trepidation angst is present as he evokes

hissing, whispering, and seeking out your crime.

Finding a gateway from our earthly affairs

escaping this life our soul set free

this final destination where pain will end

you must accept the given, its part of the fee.

Welcome the deep slumber awaiting you

fear not the end as it will always be near

for the Master Plan has been set in stone

relief from strife and the clutter of years.

There is a twist on this the final part

all of us will be judged at the very end

hoping that we have lived this life

with prayer and our Lord as our best friend.

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-Peter