Inflated thoughts and lost dreams; absorbed in the vacuum;

In the midnight of isolation, sanity dangles by a silken thread;

Am I upside down, or right-side up, or maybe laying side-ways?

No one cares about those dying, those living on borrowed bread;

Boxed in neglect; Dying slow, in the little bits of day’s-fading-days.

Melancholy tarnishes the gold; not discussed in polite company;

This common process called death; we all share in but suffer alone;

For some the thread suddenly snaps! But others may hang-on-long…

In bodies of agony and pain; With active minds; Recounting to atone;

Reliving life; Still dreaming; Still longing; Rosy remembering in a song!

Beating heart’s unsteady gait falters; pounds in an unfamiliar rhythm;

This rough, long ride is coming to an end! Faithful steed, take me home!

Then rest when your beat ceases and this thin thread snaps! Yes, I will fall!

Into God’s Hands that never neglect, the faith kept soul in a forgotten tome!

Everything lost to be restored seven-fold, to those who obey the Savior’s call!

Hope is Jesus when long-hanging by a thin thread; Joy shrouded in melancholy;

Living in thought but not in action; the mind is where dreams and memory meld;

Regret and pain constantly accuse; tormentors who by faith must be overcome!

All must die but those who die in Christ are not alone, joined by Holy Spirit weld!

Rise and live again; fully glorified! Death ends in full Life and Joy! Oh! Jesus Come!