I saw Death drift across the fading light
   And brush against a life, and coolly say:
   “This is not mine; I only rend away
The veil of being from the forms of night

And cast them into ruin.” At the sight
   My will before the deadly scythe gave way,
   And hope within me dwindled, as the day
Gives up its warmth to evening’s bitter blight.

“Lord, were You here, my brother would be too!”
   I fell, heart-shattered. But my Lord knelt down
   To lift my face to His, that I might see

His own tears coursing sacred down. And through
   The furling shadow of the Death around,
   I felt the brilliance of the Life to be.

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Author: Jeremy Vogan

My name is Jeremy Vogan. I live in Staunton, VA with my wife and four kids. I love to write, and seek to honestly explore the intellectual and emotional implications of following Jesus as a deeply broken person in a twisted, cruel world that is full of veiled beauty and meaning. Writing is part of how I faithfully look for Jesus Christ to someday make all things new. I'd enjoy hearing your feedback! JV