(Most recent one)

Death Be Not Proud, Rejoinder

The hand tick-tocks. The grandfather clock chimes
In the hallway. The seasons of life blur

As decades pass like a hummingbird’s whirr—

The mirror shows our face past April’s prime.
Shall we boldly query Where shall souls go?

Are all destined, bound for a “better place”
Regardless of what evil they embraced?
Ignored the lost caught in life’s undertow?

There is no death. We all shall blink awake.
The Light of life frees all from fear of death *
And fills their souls with His eternal breath—

For those who enter through the narrow gate *
And follow Him. There is the broader way
A soul can take that ends at Judgment Day. *

*Hebrews 2:15, Matt. 7:13-16, 2 Pet.3:7

The writer has written sacred and secular verse for decades. He has been published in Prairie Messenger, Windhover, The Anglican Theological Review, Ancient Paths, The Christian Communicator, Time of Singing, The Christian Century, and others. He is a member of the Winston Salem Writers. He serves a life sentence, condemned to write verse. His Jesus Through A Poet’s Lens is now available via Kindle.