The last time I nearly died,

The last time I nearly died,

in the hospital,

She caught me at the Gate,

enveloped in Her Luminous Darkness,

I’d been there before, twice

It was Her, no question

Except, mine:
“would you take me if I asked?”

She said “Yes”

I pondered. Hard choice that,

when its your own.

The wonder is there is no wrong answer,

no choice evil, no choice good,

this freedom on the cusp of dying.

For private reasons I deferred …

as the “deaths” rise,

in the key of pandemonium,

perhaps many get to ask

this hard question,

and succumb to their prize,

through a Gate that opens All-Ways