Beyond the sunset where <br />the first shadows of twilight appear, heaven: <br />a boiling fire-line <br /> <br />If my hands weren't so stained <br />by choice, by reason <br />I'd endeavor to reach for God <br />who quietly lingers out of touch tonight. <br /> <br />Life is a death sentence. <br />I've accepted fate and pray <br />as I learn to walk the final mile <br />I will earn virtue. <br /> <br />The patients of saints. <br />the love of those whose legacy is a cross <br />I've bared since birth. <br /> <br />I write these mere extensions of self <br />in sincere hope <br />that tomorrow's generation may grow <br />from the knowledge that honesty <br />was once the forefront expression.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-closing/
