RAPID CYCLING POEMS

IN GODS MERCY I TRUST

IN GODS MERCY I TRUST

I often spend time thinking of death

Of how it will happen and how it will end

Will God be waiting benign, full of grace?

Will I go gently, a smile on my face?

Or will I be screaming, a total disgrace?

Kicking in protest, a total nutcase?

It’s hard to imagine just how I’ll end up

I hope it’s not grisly, too rough and abrupt

I hope to go quietly, serene, without fuss

I hope that I’ve lived before my life force is cut

And that all is forgiven, that is a must

So I march ever onwards, my spirit uncrushed

I have faith in the future

In God's mercy I trust.