My Last Breath

-An excerpt from, His Love Letters

When the last words are penned, when the final scene is played, hear my plea O Lord, the Owner of my every breath, and grant me this my last request.

If I could have one last look, one final picture of my eyes I took, let it be my smile reflecting in the dark pool of her eyes. For in those eyes, full of mystery and dark as coal, I found the secret of this world’s treasures, and the passageway to my soul.

If I could have one last smell, one last remembrance of my Love I know so well, let it be of her hair when she leans over to whisper in my ear…

“I’ll be with you again soon, beyond just here.”

But more than anything else, if I must leave her first, let me not depart this world as if it were a curse. I pray You grant this above all, that as her shadow leans beside me and her hair curtains my face so no one else can see, let me give her the very life that is within me, that which was my first gift from Thee, and have her breathe in and ever possess, until we meet again…

…the gift of My Last Breath.