In The End Poem by Patti Masterman

In The End



The light ripples by like a snake:
There's a seance going on, somewhere inside you
In a place too far, for their steeples to reach

Though chapter and verse once were quoted from a book,
In a time and place, beyond memorys impeach.

Cold and placid peace dwells there;
A different sort of peace-
Where everything is watching, but nothing in a face

And death is the possessor, when life disinherits;
And the soul learns like a small child
In the end, who is obeyed.

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