In Closing

Looking up from this bed
I whisper softly
To the surrounding
Friends, and
Family, and
Echo the words of
The Savior:
“It is finished.”
I close my eyes,
And with a smile,
Drift off into that
Eternal sleep,
Longing to hear it said:
“Well done.”

This poem © Kevin Walker. Published Feb. 2012.

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