All that matters is what you love
and what you love is who you are
and who you are is where you will be
when death takes you across the river.
~ John Squadra
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.