A passing

Dark is beginning to fall on my life,

That thrusting, driven, self-importance

A mist rolling in from the sea

Washing over the land and taking me.

There's not more living left for me

My life instead a vessel for

Something greater, something

Infinite in its insignificant grandeur.

Into the void to fall in full,

Arms wide, eyes wide, given over

To that great beyond that moves through me

Washes me clear of that which mattered.

I am Thine to do as Thy willt,

Thy imperfect vessel for Thine command

Mourning that living which has gone before

And moving to die unto myself.