Believer’s Death/Transition.

When I have slipped this shell
And kissed each loving face once more
And find strange buoyancy
To float weightless
To that distant shore.
When pains have fled
And duties suit a former time.
And eyes new-sparkling
Marvel at all joys now mine.
I haven’t one, not one
Investment come matured
That I can thank
For this and bliss
‘Til now obscured.
Oh Jesus, you are all
I have to praise
And walk with, laughing
Through unending days.
And being here, I sense
All fear is gone
And up ahead the saints
To love and be loved
Halcyon.