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I wrote this the night before my father's funeral.

A golden coach pulled to the gate
With silver harnessed stallions, six,
Chomping at the bit to go
Where none had been but they.
A black clad knight released my soul
And asked me to accompany
He and they along the way.
I said I’d love to go.
The pain was gone. The sickness left me.
A brilliant sun shone all around.
Peaceful slumber flooded me.
There was a blissful sound.
Harmony and melody filled me with delight.
We climbed aboard the gilded coach
Which lurched and rolled away.
“Where will I go?” I asked the knight.
“I’ve heard so many tales.
Of GOD and hell, which will it be?”
The coach rose from the earth.
He didn’t answer right away,
But thoughtfully reclined.
We rode a thousand miles through space
Before the answer came.
“No one knows until their time.”
He spoke without a word.
I saw my son was mourning.
I wish he wouldn’t cry.
And all the people I had touched
In good ways and in bad,
If only I could tell them now
This journey is sublime.
All my fears were vanishing
My thoughts turned pure as snow.
The silver harnessed stallions, six,
Pulled up and stopped the coach
On the shaded, dark side of the moon.
The golden door swung wide.
The black clad knight raised a hand
And set my spirit free.