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The second time I was dead
I have no idea how I died,
I could not recall it.
In fact, I could recall nothing about how I had lived.
It was irrelevant.

I was in a beautiful chamber,
Attendants were preparing me.
My name was engraved on a small cross,
Along with all the information from my life which was relevant:
A symbol denoting my baptism,
Symbols for times I had partaken of the Eucharist.
My name, the sacraments, and nought else.
This was pressed into my forehead,
And the impression left was nothing but a few dots,
For I was given a new name.
Neither my former name
Nor even the sacraments
Were relevant any more.
Nothing of the former age mattered.
The last things that mattered,
Mattered only in that they prepared the way for this age.

Now all that mattered was the bride and the lamb;
The church and her Lord.
Now the attendants withdrew,
And she was left to meet her Lord face to face.

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