Husk

When there’s nothing left to weather

And this life has worn you through

All that’s left is the husk 

Of what was truly you

As the rough and weary vessel

Lay still, with barely a breath

Whispers come from heaven

“It’s time,

You’ve given your best”

And the reward might be heaven

If you have faith in it at all

So when then end is present

Listen for that call

This lump of clay

Doesn’t define the life you’ve lived

And as the last breath comes

Let go and give

It up.

09/10/25

clc

Thank you Grady.