Ease of Entry

By Rebecca Weber

I thought that death was dim and distant
Some mountain difficult to climb
Beyond this flower and thistle meadow
Of full-orbed seasons, toil, and time.

But you have made it look so easy:
One day at work among the rest;
The next, slipped down a little valley—
Mere pale of sunset in the west.

You walked with God. Today His voice
Said, “Come up higher, friend; sit here.”
Thus broke eternal sunrise simply:
The light unreachable brought near.

Rebecca Weber lives in Nova Scotia and her delights include the color yellow, bandages and books, people and paradoxes, words and the One called Wonderful.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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