I do now thank Him

For the muck and the mire,

For deliverance from a frozen desire

For death…

And for His strong sweet

Breath exhaled on the fire,

When the embers burn low, succumbing to tire

I wait…

There under the skies

I lie stretched on the pyre,

Then all is still, until I hear Him inquire

Of me…

Copyright  2010.   L.L. Shelton.