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A great streaking comet swept across the night sky, So bright, blinding, but I couldn’t take my eye Away from its splendor, though I heard the loud screams And wondered, and wondered, if this were a dream.
Onward it came, sparkling and growing in size, When I heard the crowd shouting, ‘We’re all going to die!’ With mere moments to live, and eternity for reflection I made a decision and did a gentle genuflection
Before the glory of God bursting forth from the earth, A plant meek and simple, and humble in birth - The herald of Spring for countless millennia past, The joyful jonquil, on that did I cast
My last gaze in that last moment of this dear life As great crashing winds foretold Doomsday’s strife. Thence to God would I go with that image so clear Carrying His glory with peace and without fear,
Holding it close in my eye and tucked tight in my heart ---, ‘twas a good way to go, and a peaceful depart.
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