by Marlene Brubacher

I stared at Death, and he stared back.
I felt his breath upon my cheek.
And for his singular command
I listened, but he did not speak.

Eternity behind him rode
On comfortably coloured mare,
Industrious to calculate
Surrendered mortals she could bear.

I gazed—they gazed; and took the reins
And drove away in dignity.
But Death and I have greeted once;
I covet his return for me,

For though we held no dialogue
I nearly touched Eternity.

Marlene Brubacher lives in the bush of northwestern ON; she loves Jesus, singing, Eastern Europe, white chocolate, the richness of friends, and the magic of words.

Videography by James Weaver

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