Death Is Mistaken

I'll sometimes write poems for the church newsletter. This one was for the New Year.

Death is an ogre with vile intent.
Death is a feeling of malcontent.
Death is a hope that’s been killed in the womb.
Death is a life that lies down in a tomb.
Death loves to borrow, but never to lend.
Death likes to say that it is the end.
Death feels a warmth from a funeral pall.
Death thinks it’s lord and the master of all.

Death has been conquered and turned on its head.
Jesus took death and he killed it ‘til dead.