If I take wings of the dawn.
Or dwell at the sea’s furthest end.
Even there your hand would lead me to a new dawn.
Your right hand would hold me fast to the end.

Dying is like walking into the sea over sharp pebbles.
And then deliciously floating weightless.
But a thousand times more as the dying body rebels.
Then the soul is set free at last bodyless.

I dread walking back from the sea.
Stumbling over an unseen rock.
But at death the soul is forever set free.
The gates of heaven unlock.

The night shall be as the day is bright.
All will be transcendent celestial light.

…….

I walk into sea.
Stumbling over hidden stones
Then sea sets me free

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See Psalm 139