And when I die, I hope my soul ascends slowly,
so that I may watch the earth receding out of sight,
Its vastness growing smaller as I rise,
savoring its recession with delight.
Anticipating joy is itself a joy.
And joy unspeakable and full of glory
needs more than than, "in the twinkling of an eye,"
more than, "in a moment."
LORD, who am I to disagree?
It's only we have much to leave behind;
so much . . .
Before, these moments of transition will, for me,
be time to adore.