They Call It “Natural”
They call it “natural”
That death that takes us all.
‘Tis the bane of our existence
Plaguing the race since the Fall.
We pass our days in rush and hurry
Driven by that zeal
To get it all done
Before we’re buried.
And when we make that final run
Nothing counts
But to have followed the Son.
0630, 27 Oct., 2020
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