FROM A BELIEVER

Morning sun
... rising
slow...
giving space
for us to know
that
this day may be all
there is
left of our time
on this spinning sphere
for now eternity
may be near
and if it is
at hand
and we must leave
this land...
I will wish
you well
with a wave
of my hand
for I go...
I know not where
but I will say
a prayer
that I might see
you there...