Over the Ending of Years
by Michael Doyle

Sometimes as we travel over the lighter years
We find ourselves confronted by our dark fears.
Things come along that change our souls
And agonize at how much we are out of control.

It'd be something if we could defeat our deaths
For certain, we will fight it to our last breath.
It's worse if we see its approach as it's coming,
It's a sobering thought and often a bit too numbing. 

We think such thoughts, and it becomes a philosophy
About the good and bad of whom we should strive to be.
We can only hope that we will find a way to live until,
We create a legacy that will live forever if it will.

It burns inside us as it gains the release needed,
As if the warning that we wish we had heeded.
Looking for something to might help us to defend
Against the grim reaper, who definitely isn't our friend.

Death, you see, is only a part of life that comes next.
It's the tricky part that scares us but actively connects.
This life is a metamorphosis as we wait for what we'll see.
The best we can do is to accept it with patient dignity.

When the elephants fight, it is felt among the leaves of grass,
But we know that whatever comes, this too shall pass.
We all know it is not the length but depth of life that matters.
It is only the foolhardy who grasp at the fallen tatters.

As if they could stop what is coming in the future of us all.
Perhaps, we all should take a moment to quietly recall.
It is from Heaven and for Heaven that we have served our purpose,
If we have lived out well in our Lord's holy service.

(c) July 18, 2025   Michael Doyle
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