Obsession

I have an obsession with the so called grim reaper
The balance of the scales of the divine keeper
The reaper of my heart, the reaper of my soul
I need her like the bread of life to make me whole

Though she is my destiny, in a phrase, my imminent fate
Teasing me with serenity to let me know I must wait
It is true I have not always desired her with each breath
My thoughts will be eternally with her, past my own death

For what is our life to forever, we are but a vapor in time
We just come and go like the seasons in an endless rhyme
Our lives are filled with poetry, but mine is a fair sentence
Charity covers up a multitude of sins in a world of repentance

We have rationalized, nationalized and realized it all ends the same
We have respected rejected and expected to honor His name
We have obsessed, regressed and confessed that we feel shame
We have anointed, appointed and disappointed we cast blame

The natural order, or so it seems, is to reap what we have sown
Much of the finest wheat, right along side of weeds have grown
Will we be laughing or weeping when the reaper comes reaping?
Will we rise with the grain or remain in the ground just sleeping?

I would like to dedicate this poem to Lizzy who gave it three points.3/3 In The Club
We love you Elisabetta