Packing One's Bags

Tying up loose ends. Making final preparations. Packing my bags. Filling holes. Removing stones. Making peace. Restoring order. Is that what I'm doing? Healing the only things that can be healed, those things that will be left behind. Bestowing blessings. Forgiving and begging forgiveness. Remembering, repenting, doing the first works, for the first works were the best works, uncorrupted, untarnished by the world. Remembering and reclaiming first love. We've got to go back and do it over again. How does one best expend his final efforts? The sun is sinking, and the horizon, as when one saw the sun rise, is sharp and clear in the hour that is either early or late, untouched by the glare and commotion of mid-day. So much to do and so little time for the doing at the latter hour of the day. A thousand things to say, and a thousand to un-say. A life to reform, a skin to cleanse and groom before the shedding--not for the skin's sake, no; but for those who will look upon it. One must purchase the right to say Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.