When death comes
unexpectedly knocking at the door,
and brings all the memories lived—
tears burst,
and silence flees the room.
When death comes,
a mischievous intruder,
stirring an avalanche of feeling—
I don’t want to let you go,
to step through the door
alone, lonely.
When death comes,
I want to be with you,
reaching the other side…
together.
For where, O death, is your sting?
Where, O grave, your victory?
You could not extinguish
the love that binds us.
A crossing not into emptiness,
but into His presence...