Nor with a pretext for greed.

Seeking no mastery.

Only wishing to plant faith’s delicate seed.

Stressed by the flight and landing.

I saw below me a cemetery.

The picture set me thinking.

About crossing the River Styx on the last ferry.

And then I thought of Senator Catulus.

Defender of the Roman Republic.

Cut down when still in his prime without fuss.

Conservative , committed , no eccentric.

As we started to land.

I realised why worry , There awaits a spiritual land.

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Why should we worry

Death in some form will happen

So enjoy life now

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See 1 Thessalonians 2:2-8