T hink you that each is a traveller on this
R aft we call 'world'?
A nd think you that we all whirl to 'Eternity", whether
V iking or Jew or Kurd?... and think you that
E veryone will meet the Great Navigator, nor more to
L inger on earth? And your destination... where is it really, think you?
t rees sail past my porthole, as I
r ace in my steel boat on a river of
a sphalt. Tributaries beckon
v ery persuasively.
e very exit is an invitation--forget the itinerary!
l et the day rush on as it will!
W ater streams smoothly in a liquid mass
A dvancing yet looking like old ripply glass
T orrentially moving yet seemingly still
E ach drop glistens and plummets until
R ainbows sparkle in the mist by the shore.
F ullgrown trees and their young look in wonder
A s the air and the water are rent asunder.
L ife here is untouched by the run of the mill--
L ilting, stunning, unexpected, joyful
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