African Horsemen (with poem)

African-horsemen

Comes A Horseman… – Poem by John F. McCullagh

“Short is our tenure
on this beautiful Earth.
As brief as the grass
In winter’s cold breath.
Death, the implacable foe,
Bids us yield.
Faith is our Armor,
our blocker, our shield.
Denial, our method
of avoiding the shroud.
When Donne is not done,
Death be not proud.
A tenuous tenor may
Give voice to fear.
Yet, turning to face him,
No one is there.
The prize is our self
And possession is all.
All else is but vanity
To hang on a wall.”

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