Crossing the bay

The dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it (Ecclesiastes 12:7; NIV).

Return, O my soul, to your rest (Psalm 116:7: ESV).

Clouds and thick darkness surround him (Psalm 97:2; NIV).


When, at last,
It’s time for me to die,

May my soul
Fly swiftly back to you,

Like the cry
Of a seagull

Crossing the silent darkness
Of the bay.


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