Notice

Notice how the sun feels on your skin
How the wind makes you squint your eyes
How the rain makes you shiver
How the snow makes you smile

These things make you alive

Notice how soft the pillow is
when you rest your head
How warm the water is
straight from the tap
How the walls keep out the weather
to keep you dry and safe

These things make you rich

Prayer to the Reaper

Death creep quietly to my side
smooth the life lines from my face
let the darkness rest my eyes
and wrap me in your cold embrace

Lift the troubles from my soul
soothe the ache from weary bones
I will submit without recoil
‘til but the shell of me remains

Stop my heart from pumping blood
so lips no longer crave the kiss
Tears will dry upon my cheeks
the scars of life to turn to dust

Then teary eyes remember life
and turn their gaze towards the light.