Sonnet

Now Master you can let your servant go in peace.
Because my eyes have seen His salvation.
You may pray without cease.
But fear that you will never arrive at the final station.

It is not death I fear but dying.
I dreamt I was approaching the last door.
It was beautiful, framed by branches and trees growing.
I paused, awed to the core.

I tried to pass through but the door was barred.
I knew there was no handle on the other side.
And I knew the door would dissolve as soon as I entered.
I would then be everywhere and nowhere in every and no tide.

One day that door will open, on this side I can barely see.
On the other I will surely clearly see.

Haiku

The door will open
On this side I barely see
On the other see