Living at the Entrance to Eternity

I am living at the entrance to eternity— In my tent with me A water jug, a lantern, blanket, bread, Prayer, abiding.   I had seen my brother, all white, Go in, the door opened By two unspeaking, misty personages. No fanfare, just A sacred stepping in to the light And the hushed closing of […]

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