Certainty

I do not see the veil

Shrouding the secrets of Eternity

My pseudo-urgency to finish

Somewhere out of harms way

Having lived a comparative life of ease

Having killed not a soul

And hated not one being

Readies me for another journey

Sensing the dimension awaiting

At any time but not too soon

I fear the loss of those small pleasures

Caught in the sweeping black gossamer

Of he who waits in the shadows

To escort me across the great divide 

And into Paradise or Pain

The path selected only by me