Last Rites

Leafy branches swing and sway
in hypnotic slow dancing rhythms casting flowing streams of rolling shadows
through Venetian blinds on bare white walls
gently transporting my withered being from the inner cries of this hopeless horror
back to the joyous solace of praying silently in my childhood bedroom
sensing an invigorating infusion of faith from my youth
that felt so lost for so long
to peacefully close my eyes
for the last time.