Calvin Miller Meets His Maker

I see that Calvin Miller has passed on to be with his Maker. I was exposed to his writing only recently, and have been profoundly grateful for the deep truths that he communicated in an manner that was both readable and at times, incredibly humorous.

His poem on death seems fitting as a tribute.

I once scorned every fearful thought of death,
When it was but the end of pulse and breath.
But now my eyes have seen that past the pain
There is a world that’s waiting to be claimed.
Earthmaker, Holy, let me now depart,
For living’s such a temporary art.
And dying is but getting dressed for God,
Our graves are merely doorways cut in sod.

Dress well, as you walk through to door to real life!

Someday, when time meets eternity, I can’t wait to thank you in person for sharing your wisdom.

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