An extract from a poem by Wenonah Stevens Abbott
Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, alone, undefended,
I knock at the Uttermost Gate.
Behind is life and its longing,
Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow;
Beyond is the Infinite Morning
Of a day without a tomorrow,
Lo, the gate swings wide at my knocking,
Across endless reaches I see
Lost friends with laughter come flocking to give glad welcome to me
Farewell, the maze has been threaded,
This is the ending of strife;
Say not that death should be dreaded--
"Tis but the beginning of life.
Glenn
15th August 2018