Angel of Death

I am the passing balmy breeze, in mid-summer against your skin, like the kiss that you’re true love stole unbeknownst to you, like a whisper of love in the evening last rays of dusk

I am the starlit night of light years away, the same heavenly firmament that makes you understand how small your wordy worries truly are, apart from the truth overhead

I am the first ray of dawn dispelling your night visions, to awake to the warm fast love of your future, like the father of your sons and daughters in the mornings yet to come

I am your hope for my rebirth to my understanding love eternal, my salvation of man, and my humanity undying

I am your promise of futures to come, because I am now become hope itself. Hope in the redemption of sin, the apocalyptic salvation of men, hope that lives on in loins of men, and the fertile soil of mothers of all men

I am the face of your creator, the next morning, the next thought, like a heart beat, the next breath of air. I have now left you; I will love and remember you always

And when you tread on me like the grass underfoot in fresh morning dew, in the meadow by the smiling old pond, remember me as though I never grew old

You will know me as the sunsets that unite all men, by the sunrises of a new day dawning, and glad I am for the life I lived here

Do not grieve for me at the end of my worldly work, but know instead that I am always with you, now and forever connected to you, throughout the passing of this world itself