"The Last Thing"
by
Monk Gibbon
Who'd be afraid of death?
I think only fools are.
For it is not
as though this thing were given to one man only,
but all receive it.
The journey that my friend makes,
I can make also.
If I know nothing else,
I know this,
I go where he is.
O Fools, shrinking from this little door,
through which so many kind and lovely souls have passed before you,
will you hang back?
Harder in your case than another?
Not so.
And too much silence?
Has there not been enough stir here?
Go bravely,
for where so much greatness and gentleness
have been already,
you should be glad to follow.
(Discovered in Hannah's Child: A Theologian's Memoir by Stanley Hauerwas, a fine book if there ever was one.)
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