Conscious of Death
by Jason Tomlinson

When I walk out the door tomorrow morning I’ll be conscious of Death’s cold hand
knowing how easily I could be taken with no strength to resist his demand
and maybe it should frighten me – indeed – I do feel a chill
but my fears are allayed and I am warmed from within for I will not suffer death’s will
though so many are taken in circumstances horrible and severe
though the means of departure seem more expansive year after year after year
and though so many voices are encouraging me to tremble and cower
I cannot yield the Life I’ve been given I cannot let go of the power
that shines behind within underneath and without
and even in my cold my faltering and doubt
I will not give in I will not fear
though death looms close Life is always near