To some of us, it hurries like a mother
to welcome in her bosom and embrace
so prematurely. Yet, slow for another,
whose wrinkles so much adorn the face.
But neither for the first, nor for the latter
Death is a friend. It is a common foe
and, when we die, it's only the matter
of time, which is kept for us in store.
Who knows the day, who knows the fatal hour,
when we depart from relatives and friends?
Who can predict the moment sad, when our
existence on this strange planet ends?
Yet, when we trust in Him, God the Creator
of humankind. giving us His breath,
we are assured that we'd meet Him later,
who conquered for eternity all death.
Christ wipes away all moments sad and sour,
and no believer in His presence grieves.
We are assured: death has no power
on anyone, who in His cross believes.
All disappears - tears, pain, sorrow,
all doubts wither, fears pass away,-
for the believer there is Tomorrow,
which follows the most tragic day.
17.01.2020