The Inevitable

The inevitable approaches.

It swirls around

Like a fabric

Blowing in the wind.

The gray mist deepens

To inky black

And thickens until

I cannot inhale.

The shroud covers me.

I can not

Disentangle myself

Nor those I love.

But just as I despair,

Someone intervenes

And rips away

The suffocating cloak.

My Savior

Dries my tears

With the sleeve

Of His own garment.

He wads up the rag of death,

Tosses it away.

I see only

The radiance of His face.

On this mountain, he will destroy the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations, he will swallow up death forever.  The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces...Isaiah 25:7,8