I remember clearly the first funeral
at which I offiated
in a country church.
I was a young pastof
I had all the “right stuff” to read in my hands
and the family I dealt with was grateful.

Three decades later
I left off being an official comforter.

I did reasonably well in that role
and look back on it with satisfaction.

In some ways I got close to death –
talked to many grieving people –
proclaimed matters about the afterlife
while leaving my own questions unanswered.

It is strange to consider all this now
as I close in, in a different way
on this reality.

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