Forgive a very serious poem but I hope you find hope here...
Dying
As a drop of rain falls into the sea
So I shall join Your great immensity.
And shall become what I was meant to be.
As a son in alien lands gone bad
Yields to the arms of his waiting Dad,
Where nothing there shall make him sad.
And I shall join those I have lost awhile
And nought our sweet communion shall defile
And cease from every earth bourne irksome trial.
Peter M. Grinham 19th June 2022
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