End of All Things
Sometimes the end comes.
At first you don’t know why,
And then time reveals
That what you had has died.
At first time may ravage you,
And anger may burn in your eyes.
Let the shadow of sadness fall,
So you may discover why.
The rain will drive down hard and cold
And the sky, she will gather to black
And you’ll be tossed to the rolling deck
With the storm on the wind at your back.
Lean then into the wind
And hold tight in waves that cruelly come.
Soon you will recall what I foretold:
You are your Father’s son.
When you have to mourn
When you have to cry,
It’s head down and on his knees
That a man remembers how to fly.
William lives in mid-Michigan. He is married and has a four-year-old daughter. He has written poetry for 28 years, wrote for a spiritual blog for five years, and writes for various blogs and newsletters.