SOME DAY

She showed me THE box —

or, she said:

“ There would be one similar”

where I would fit, some day

and be shipped to Tennessee.

 

Measuring 10”x10”x10”

I was aware of “now” and “then”.

 

On “now” I can depend

but of” then” I find it

clothed in mystery.

 

When I am only history

the veil will disappear

and angels will attend me

and usher me

into a new presence.

 

This much I know

and nothing more

nor do I need more..

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