Integrator

You say to me, "Come with Me if you want
to die," and I turn back to whence I came,
for even though it is this place that's death,
at least it is familiar terrain.

As I wander this world for lifetimes hence,
You speak no more to convince or defend.
Yet, does Your absence from each moment since
tell me this offer You never rescind.

Then arrives at last this dark, deathly night -
that all unlived moments must lead me to -
when, for weariness, I no longer fight
as You take me tenderly into You.