A day we will all face….
Either we will face god within our world of beliefs
We will face ourselves
The day I rest my head in deaths lap
He will twirl my hair
He will insist it is okay
But is okay by him?…
Okay by me?
I do not mean to pass judgement upon others
I blindly do so
Those days are the hardest
Why am I here being your god?
I need only to be the god of myself
The variance of moral law between persons means,
What is right for you
May be wrong for me
This doesn’t lessen me
This makes me a dissent being from you
You are not my god
But the day when death takes me into his arms….
Death will lift my head from his lap
Death will rise me to my feet
Death will hold my hand into the next chapter
I will exhale my deepest breath
I will smile as I have…
I will not regret
I have been the best person I can be
I have lived