Dear Children Of Men

A poem with a different glance on life and death.

 Dear children of men,
It was I who begot you, freed you from sin,
My will that says when
My hands will weed you,
Taking payment due.

Do not fear me,
Most know me by another name,
Some walk by me, Oblivious,
Daily brushes.

Be my friend, and take my hand,
You'll find naught cold,
Nothing bony, or old,
Only breath.

Come with me child,
Do not fear,
Truth isn't always what you hear,
For I am love found, but also love lost.

I will wait for you,
I have time, Eternally,
Silently watching,
I call.

When you answer,
I will come.

Love, ~Dea

Author's Note

According to some beliefs, God is both bringer of life and death. He is all that is, and will be. So I thought it apt to write this, as it is, to portray "death" not as the hideous grim reaper/daemon/devil most think of, but God. Just simply in a different form, ready to welcome his Child home.

Reviews

[Legion]

Of course. :) I like it. Still ain't waiting on Him to come, but a good write none-the-less. Kudos.