sweet death of life

For all the wheat fields of Moscow, ID

Sweet death of life

Sweet death awake,

And kill the corpse

My soul, do take.

Like autumn leaves

That crisp and fall,

Like pangs of birth

Give life to all.

I once did dread

The coming days,

When earth would change

Bright leaf to rains.

But then one day

I woke to find,

That death had passed

And I’d been blind.

No pain so great

As looking down,

As running far

From cross and crown.

When running straight

To run is sweet,

When dying comes

We die as wheat.

No change is death

Unless it is,

All pain is life

When we are His.