This is a fairly early draft of a poem that came to me, one afternoon a little while ago.  I do not regard myself as a poet but trying this genre, helps to express complex ideas, in a lot less words.

I say it is a draft, as to try and perfect it, would take a lot more work.  For the moment I felt some might find it useful as we reflect on life death and eternity.

It is best read slowly and reflectively.  I could have dramatised it with images and background music but instead I am taking a more traditional approach, where I invite the reader to experience their own images

There is a recording that you might find useful to listen to after you have read it yourself.

when death comes

As the road of my life winds into the sunset,

and darkness grows on the horizon

I gaze into the darkness, closer than ever before

I wonder, wonder, as I have many times before

what lies in the darkness.

I wonder what it will be like, when that moment comes?

Will it be violent, and excruciating pain?

Will it be peaceful, a breath that just ceases to be?

Will it be long and painful, as disease, eats me away?