The journey back to Our Maker…. Some would call it crossing Tennyson’s bar… others would call it a youthful death, like James Dean in a convertible race car… somehow, someway, we all journey back to our maker…

Finally departing from our bodies… the only dwelling we’ve ever known… free flight through open spaces… desperately singing a heavenly song…

I’m weary with the heartache and heartbreak of this death planet life… nauseous with humanities depraved nature… and most of all with losing everyone and everything I love… so I whisper to God in a gentle voice….VADE MECUM…”Lord take me with you”…

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