Self Harvest - Ark Of The Covenant

I lay in this bedridden state,

The passage of time slowing.

A prayer of peace before I depart…

One last breath.

Light dissolves as this world fades.

I escape into my thoughts.

The distant memories of better times bring tears to my eyes.

Trapped in this bleak room.

A gallery of mechanical life,

Incremental survival.

I watch as time begins to cease.

I watch as time collapses.

Overlooking the past, the moments spent on earth,

What fruits have I labored for?

What crops have I sown?

The prayers, the service,

It has all come down to this.

I’ve done the best I can.

Made His holy purpose my only mission.

His fire surrounds this heart slowly beating.

This is the final harvest of my life.