So we begin.
This pathway.
This epic journey.
“But where does it end?”
“Where does it lead?”
This moment.
And this moment.
Each, a thousand worlds.
I did not die well in 1918
Shot five times on a field
I could never pronounce
Shot five times before Noon.
I did not die well in 1988
I took my vitamins. I took
My diet. An angel grabbed me
At Bethesda Terrace.
I did not die at all in 2008.
I lived. I survived.
But my brain hurts a lot.
I shiver warm or cold.
Now I’m just old.
And I sit in my chair.
I died a thousand times.
I’m sitting here at the window.
Since the late 1980s, I’ve been a Unitarian Universalist. I find inspiration from various sources: Jewish msyticism, Buddhism, the stories of Muhammad, literature, movies, and so on. For 25 years…
