White

Like the white boat on the Ocean,
Like a dewdrop in the sun,
Like a quiet lamp in the Temple,
Our Life and Death are one,

A painting in a frame of gold,
A book with gilded cover,
A heart beloved beating soft
In the arms of a lover,

Like the shores are given shape
By the rolling Sea
So does Death shield precious Life
From Eternity . . .

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