Lord, let me welcome timely death, and, filled with hope, be bold to say that life should flourish, age, and end, and generations pass away. As weavers of a living web the generations follow on and history is on the loom till time is up, and Kingdom come. Our pioneers of knowledge seek new frontiers for death and birth, and lure us with the ancient dream of immortality on earth. Yet who would live, at whose expense, if in a brave new world sublime, elites enjoyed extended powers while millions starved before their time? And who could tell tomorrow's child to go and reap where we have sown, if elders ruled for endless years and youth could never claim its own? Lord, let me love you all my life, and then, in dying, gladly say, "Your kingdom come, your will be done, while generations pass away."