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 the door.


For my brother, Jim Harrington, 1945-2024


Deanna Harrington Christiansen

April 30, 2024

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