Spiritual

The River Crossing 
The bank across the Stygian lane 
Is beckoning to me. 
No sudden floods, no wind, no rain 
When I go, shall be. 
The peaceful, gentle current flows, 
Too mild to force astray. 
My simple craft, as life slows, 
Unerring, makes its way. 
A deep clear pool, then solid ground, 
As gentle waters flow; 
And may there be no sorrow's sound 
When I turn to go. 
And from our shore of temporal bliss, 
I slowly, surely fade. 
To greet my Lord, a grateful kiss, 
My journey finally made. 
(Revised to fix the slant rhyme in S1l2 & S1L4, and rewrote the final line...I hope it works better)