Time is lapsing now into eternity, leading us
carefully by our soul's intent.
Finalizing plans made, resting, watching tiredly
as people and life rush by, taking no notice of
their last days on earth.
Hurrying past, doing their errands, keeping busy
without glancing in eternity's direction, because
it's not yet their turn.
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