The Transit

 
If life a lake
and man's canoe
would undertake
a crossing to
the side unseen,
what will propel
that in-between,
the styx of hell
and heaven's gate?

No placid place...
discriminate,
else one must face
his history's wake
its past wash through
debris, to make
despair review,
if life defiles
so death beguiles?


--Fr. Veni di Morte

 

 

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