Death!

The screen will go blank.
The sky will shudder black.
We'll burn off like morning mist.
Who'll be there to tell what happens next?

And yet, and yet: theology is built on "and yet".
And yet, and yet: our eternal life depends on "and yet".
How can mercy look so small, so ungraspable?
Open your hand: what were you holding?
It seemed so solid and heavy.
Your hand open now, you're praying.