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
