Creatures of time for a moment,
Creatures of eternity for aye,
Living once and so briefly,
Then passing forever away.
But away to what? Is the question,
To freeze the very soul;
Away to the place where one had
Planned to make his final goal?
Or away to the unexpected?
Away to the undesired?
Where the sky is never blessed
With a morning sun, newly fired.
Away to the region of sorrows and griefs,
Here-to-fore unknown,
Away to reap the abundant harvest
Of “wild oats” carelessly sown.
Away to a place without babies,
To divert from the problem at hand.
Away to a scene, worse by far,
Than Alamo, or Custer’s Last Stand.
Away to separation – Separation
– How sad that word, how sad!
Separation from a praying Mother,
Separation from a faithful Dad.
O God, may I die as the righteous,
Peaceful, Calm, Prepared.
And come to the brink of the river,
Knowing I have not spared. -eab, 11/1973
Written in Nevada, Ohio
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