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