Life to me of course is Christ.
But then death would bring me something more.
My soul is enticed.
After this life I see before me an open door.

Should I welcome death, will it come early or late.
I have a one hundred per cent chance of meeting this rendezvous.
Why then fear Covid with a ninety nine per cent survival rate.
My meeting is anyway overdue.

I see the running stream before me.
In its cool waters I could submerge and soothe my fears.
But I will be patient, I will neither advance nor flee.
Fate will decide as well as passing years.

The gate is there but what lies beyond.
I do not know and never will until I cut this life’s bond.