When my breath is lost

And my lights burns out

When I am bent by age

And mortality weighs me down

When I cross the fleeting bridge

And glide through strange tracks

When it is my time

To walk the ways of all men

When all this have come to be

I will not be scared to go

For my “I am” shall come for me

He in whose breath, my soul was forged…

With his righteous right hand

He shall guide my path

In his arms lovely arms

All my sadness shall fade

And for all eternity I shall become

An eternally soaring phoenix-_

A blushing crimson incense

A Christ adorned saint

A candle in the wind

                                               ~Okoye Micah Ogugua

                                               Enugu, Nigeria