My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me
And I have given them eternal life, and they shall never perish;
neither shall ANYONE snatch them out of My hand.
TERMINUS
I crawl over the bedrock of my life,
hearing the screams of the wounded,
seeing the tears of the oppressed.
My body cumbersome, unlovely,
dodging the waiting predators,
sensing that time is but brief.
They are blind, deaf, arrogant and presumptuous,
not knowing what little knowledge they have, is God given,
and they feed on the innocents.
With each choking breath I struggle, afraid to leave this space,
then suddenly I hear Your voice, feel your love and peace.
Shrugging off this dead weight, I am
light, unseen as mortal breathed air.
All dreams and visions, now reality,
brother and sister souls skimming space and time,
returning home.
Into Your hands Father God
I commend my spirit.
Talitha Hills