My fix

My fix
 
Sorting through the gathered letters
of my elder years, near the frayed
 
end of my rope.  Words are my fix.
Death of self, recommends my Lord.
 
Family and friends gathered around, yes! 
Until then, faith is my fix.  It will be ‘til the end. 
 
(Got to have my fix.)   
Abandon all hope, He said,
 
ye who enter here.  (Poetry is the balm;
Faith is my fix.)  Helpless and hopeless
 
before my Lord.  Humility can’t be faked.
(Poetry is the balm.  Words are my fix.)  
 
Sincerity is the ticket.  Got to have my fix.
O various comrades!  Words are my fix.
 
Faith is my fix. Until I am safely beyond
all need for solace.  Got to have my fix.
 
O child of God, how fortunate you are,
surrounded by heralding angels in your latter days.