Evelyn Judy Buehler Poet Haibun

On God's Time

In the late midnight hour, when death comes to call,
and we are at a loss as to how we could resist, we 
therefore must answer its summons, leaving this world 
and all our loves.  We then shift from earth's time, to 
God's time, which is infallibly accurate.

holy pallbearer
keeper of dreams my sweet Lord
final ecstasy

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Line Gauthier August 30, 2020 at 6:14 AM Awesome, Evelyn. You do justice to the powerful poetry form. Superbly penned. A FAVE for me. Evelyn Judy Buehler August 30, 2020 at 8:04 AM Thank you from my heart, Line. I'm honored to have a poem in your FAVES. :)

Gershon Wolf August 29, 2020 at 9:18 PM Deeply meaningful, my friend. Acceptance of God's time IS the answer --- no other recourse. Blessings, Gershon Evelyn Judy Buehler August 30, 2020 at 8:07 AM God's time is really the only time. Thank you so much, Gershon. :)