Poem created for the prompt - Liberty
This journey is at last ending, and
All my strength is finally failing.
As ancient eyes lay hold of prize, sought so long,
And you are beautiful beyond all words - my GOD!
I am dying, or so they tell me.
But – no, I believe real life is just beginning.
And this truth it is liberating, as
Faith grows strong beyond all testing.
I embrace all source of hope, of strength, of peace.
And liberty is given to me, to become what I
Am meant to be in You, as
You call me to come home - my GOD!
Mock I now you, O death.
Where is your sting?
What hold have you on me,
I am going - home!