I wonder what it’s like knowing not of death –
Breathing in freely, each being a long, lasting breath.
Not fighting, but staring up, up at the sky!
Enjoying, refreshing, knowing I will never die.
Much of my life I’ve thought of death –
I’ve thought about how this could be the last breath.
I’ve looked up and shouted, “take me in, sky!”
Hoping, wishing, waiting, pleading to die.
Then, others fear the end as final – death-
They charish every single, little, frail breath.
They shout, “Please! Don’t every take me, sky!”
And wonder why, oh why, do I have to die?
Either way, I know – I do not fear death –
Able to be grateful, but not cling to every breath.
We eternal can go fly up, up to the sky!
And know my Father did not create me to die.