Quietly I sit. Thinking on the presence who bade me come.
Am I ready to accept? What would that mean to some?
So tired. Wishing for some relief from pain.
Physical, emotional, to find peace again.
Does accepting and taking her hand cast my lot?
A renewed life or a transfer out?
Peace in knowing I lived complete.
Loving children and friends. Those who have gone to meet?
Reaching out and waiting, Her hand to take.
At peace and knowing what might be at stake.
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