I shall not go easy into the final darkness
Which all must enter at life's end
But will roar and rage against its sweep
Never tremble and cower as it engulfs
Taking me far from those I love
Knowing the truth that man is born to die
Having known both joys and grief
Testing the heart from birth to grave
Being in love and being loved
Ever striving towards the light
Trusting we have a soul and God exists
And he has prepared a place for us in Heaven
Where eternal love and peace abide
And we shall walk radiant with the angels.
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This poem contains a universal statement of faith. At age 66 this is what carries me through each day. A friend who teaches philosophy once said: I am one with the process that made me what I am. When my life-span ends, that process is not going to disappear or break off abruptly. The question is, what form does it take, and what does one identify with.