When Death calls be prepared to listen intently,
for the words can be whispered in deep, dark silence;
not always are they delivered in loud echoes.
We like to pretend that the end will not come,
for denial draws soft covers over endless fears,
comforting, containing and burying them deep.
And yet the shape can always be almost detected,
that curve and rising of the cloth of life betrays,
our destiny, which was drawn so long, long ago.
It is when we study closely, the warp and weft,
pick with fingers at the threads and hems of days,
it is possible to see where fate has led us.
Embrace it all, for true vision reveals there is no time,
wisdom demands that we hold to the revelations,
spoken so eloquently throughout the ages.
From that first step upon the path of material being,
we have been drawn and led to the considered end,
and so, when Death calls be prepared to listen intently,
for the words can be whispered in deep, dark silence.