His End and His Beginning


he sank into sleep.

he got through his duties passably well, though with that uneasy sense

That night the nightmares began;

he never suspected the truth;

They were his reality, a reality beyond silence and sight, and therefore beyond memory.

Somehow he sensed that it was his duty to leave all these things behind;

now he belonged to this new world,

Little by little this new world surrounded him.

He had deserved grace—he had earned it;

every second since the moment of his death,