Passing Time

Fathom the thought of Death-
Without faith being buried beneath the dirt
With an uneasy soul to wander aimlessly
On this earth not at peace,

But…Truly, in time I shall leave this temple
Behind to lie beneath the golden crust;
Too, I shall faithfully smile as I fade
Like an eagle I shall soar high not float,

Like all who have left before me
I sit patiently waiting for my time
To come and go for it be short,
And perhaps dream about eternity,

My name is written in the Book of Life.

© 2004 Dana Kent Gallup

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