Gary Jacobson

THE LAST NIGHT

Tonight is the night
Obsidian blackness bares its greatest fright
Hands of death hovering sweetly near
I in the heart of me greatly fear.

Life has grown in wonderment sweet
But this night will I my maker meet
I will sing of death’s final song
Give of my spirit in gratitude to eternities long.

For in the dark is the greatest love born
When life’s meaningless trappings are shorn:
Made sacred as Gabriel’s angels mourn,
Solemnly blowing sweet taps on his celestial horn.

Sweet and sour caresses come during hollow nights
Before a soldier opening consecrated divinity’s lights
Bearing sweetest contentment to this lonely boy
Dark’ning life’s greatest joy.

For fragile night will not through dawning last
Life destined soon to be but a thing of the past
As shadows fall and night grows cold
Memories fade of both good and bad times old.

For greater life hides in dusky death, my friend
Everything you believed in as dust in the end
But this night I put off life’s crown of thorns
To take upon myself royal robes sweet heaven adorns.

Listening for Celestial harps that to heroes ring
For men who’ve done their best in tempests life bring
Proven heroes who offered their very all
Lived and died standing straight for what they believe
… standing tall!