Enoch Walked Steadily With God
And Then One Day,
He Was Simply Gone;
God Took Him.
I walked today and went for miles,
Cultivation that
Should be routine.
It is spring and the sun is out,
Making the temperature just warm
Enough so that one doesn’t need
To wrap against the elements, but
Not so hot that one is annoyed.
I was looking down at the road,
Pondering the past as we too often do.
When I happened to look up,
As we don’t often do nearly enough,
I marveled at the crowds of trees with
Birds dashing and chirping from one to another
Of the myriad of brown and green perch choices.
There are wondrous things to notice on a walk.
What an incredible passing, I thought,
Either now or when it is time.
To walk
In the transition of spring,
From this world into the next.
Let me just leave my body behind
And then carry on with the walking that
Should be routine.
Copyright 2011 Earlene Grey
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