I, in retrospect, when the sun is gone,
want nothing more than company of He
to whom my heart is pledged, God's blessed Son,
go boldly to that place I know He'll be.
Ahead of me, I know, eternal hope,
of all unspoken words, my heart gave wings.
Father, please lift my thinking and my scope;
time has long past to bother with such things.
With all I am or have or hope to be,
a little longer, I will toil no more.
Scythe all you wish, Grim Reaper, can't you see
of all my frailties, God's keeping score.
My moment has not come, though price be paid.
Own needs are placed aside, I'm unafraid.
Quote in acrostic: H.G. Wells
when the sun is gone