The Final Country

The final country

What comes to soothe in greater age?
A yielding to a thing once feared,

Closer to the final page
The story fading, ending neared

Another book is lent more credence
Something in the void is filled

Trumpets trilled to greater glory
For a place where pain is killed

Heaven then, a harbor for the aged
Gone now, life's trials and trouble borne

When does the hand let go the tiller
And drift toward that safer shore?