A place where earth and sky,
the now, and the not yet, all meet.
A place where immortality and mortality hold hands.
A sacred place on a windy knoll, guarded by silent cyprus sentinels.
Few go there willingly; some, out of duty or sorrow.
But I, I go there to reflect;
to enjoy the shade, the stillness, the clouds,
and wonder . . .at the question dangling on every blade of grass:
"No one knows the day or the hour. Are you ready?"