When the time comes will I know my part
In the celestial hymn? Will the words start
To my lips? How will the tune sound
That no-one living has heard?
When the time comes, will a peaceful glow
Calm my anxieties, suffuse my pillow?
Will my body remain aground,
My soul fly free as a bird?
When the time comes will I face the test
Of an exemplary life, and pass to rest
In the clouds? Will there be profound
Silence – not ever a word?
When the time comes will I see my past
Through a mysterious veil? Will my tale last,
In the minds of men to resound –
Or might it be rapidly blurred?
Now the time comes – the time is here.
I must expectantly look into the clear
Space beyond. Can I turn around
And ask that it be deferred?
Refer to: 2019 meetings