I have been musing on death, life and eternity lately… Yesterday I heard that someone who was a part of an online group I am also a part of had died. She was not someone I had personally interacted with… but was a much loved part of the group. And she seemed way too young….
I was thinking through the evening… I am at an age now where it’s not a preoccupation, but it is perhaps nearer than when I was younger. I don’t think I am afraid to die… I believe I know what comes next 🙂 I can still be a little apprehensive about the process of dying… I don’t want it to be drawn out, or painful… and I definitely don’t want it to be in the immediate future!
There’s a poem, by Emily Dickinson, that I loved from the first time I read it. I can see in it that moment between life and death….
Eternity, I’m Coming
A wife at daybreak I shall be,
Sunrise, thou hast a flag for me?
At midnight I am yet a maid –
How short it takes to make it bride!
Then, Midnight, I have passed from thee
Unto the East and Victory.
Midnight, “Good night”
I hear thee call.
The angels bustle in the hall,
Softly my Future climbs the stair,
I fumble at my childhood’s prayer –
So soon to be a child no more!
Eternity, I’m coming, sir –
Master, I’ve seen that face before.
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