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Why
do you fear the time
when the white dogs come?

I have seen them, once,
a pair, in radiant array,
but it was not my time.

Everyone must make this passage,
no one is immune;
this transmutation from carbon back to God particle.
It is from this, we came; straining, stretching, bawling
from the water to the shore.

It is
a lighthouse beacon
cutting through the sea of darkness,
luminous,
a shimmer in the mind’s eye –
a knowing.

hope, God, faith, poetry

It is said that white dogs appear to lead one home in untimely death.

They lead, a procession of love,
that soul
into the light.
It is not an end,
to leave this tattered plane
but, a beginning.

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