By Patty Juster
Never a whisper can be heard
My inmost thoughts alone they walk
No stranger or friend, the road is bare
My heart does fail and down I fall
Alone, in cool darkness I wait
For one who knows, their strength impart
Help, have mercy, come rescue me
Off the cliffs, the echo does bound
A swarm of bees, does sting and kill
No place to run, ‘cept o’er the edge
Will arms to be there to catch me up
In Death’s cruel grip, bees fairer seem
Farther into the forest I run
Deeper, others will never find
Lost and lonely, no food or drink
Is this my end, n’er words to hear,
No embrace of arms that speak love,
To say “I care, I’m with you still.”
The sun ‘most down, darkness enfolds
My last breaths, great effort they come
When in the night, a song is heard
Ever closer, ever louder it grows
A white dove in bright light descends
Overwhelming me, now in me
New strength filling my dying soul
No longer alone, a new song sings
“I love you, you are my beloved.
From you my love will n’er depart.
Come my princess, now run with me.