January 20, 2011
The fire flickers
Dances and mutters
It makes me tired
With it’s occasional sputters
I nod my head
And begin to dream
Of a place where everything
Even mud can gleam
I can still hear the fire
Though I’m no longer awake
I’m imagining a life
Of the perfect make
No one is sad
No one cries
No one feels remorse
When a loved one dies
They all understand
That there’s a better place
They all know the way
To this heavenly space
They go through someone
Both man and deity
He sees the best
In the sick, hurt and needy
The fire awakens me
I begin to frown
But then I remember
The shining man in the pure white gown

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