Where It All Might Lead Me

By Andrew R. Duckworth

When the sunset comes on the
Horizon in a last golden blaze,
Everything, I hope, might be
Ready and peaceful in some
Eternal field of bliss.

I have become all too aware
That life in this plane is finite.

And yet I am one of many
Leeching onto my flesh and blood,
Learning as I go.

May peace wrap around my soul.
I only sometimes call upon the
God that saves, the One of
Heavenly offerings that extends
That which I do not deserve.

Let my apology ring for decades,
Echoing across time for
All to hear, that my
Decayed soul might be healed.

Maybe one day, I will dwell in an
Eternal plain of peace.