Death’s Call
With gratitude to St. Marie Maravillas de Jesus

The call is faint – or is it loud
the call weaves through the cryptic crowd
where there’s more roar than ought aloud
The call is faint – or is it loud

The call is not from reaper, grim
the call is sweet, a hallowed hymn
and through the chaos we do swim
The call is not from reaper, grim

We shut our eyes and stuff our ears
thinking we’ll live beyond our years
but soon or late, we’ll face death-fears
We shut our eyes and stuff our ears

The call leads to the endless door
where bodies fall from breath no more
with some souls dammed, and some that soar
The call leads to the endless door

When comes the day you cannot stall
and loud death blares its fated call
in arms of Love do blindly fall
When comes the day you cannot stall

St. Maria Maravillas de Jesus, 1891-1974, was a Carmelite nun whose quote, “Death is no more than falling blindly into the arms of God,” inspired this poetic reflection.