It need not be the one, expecting to depart,
The one with the ailing lungs or failing heart.
Not always one engaged in a bloody strife
Or one embracing danger in a ventureful life.
It could be you or I, by night or day
It’s often one with plans for a good long stay,
For even angels do but guess at best
On whom the hand of God is about to rest.
— From Divine Alchemy