Asking God if I am still needed after I die.
After the days collect themselves
And time stands at the water’s edge
After the sun stops revolving
And stars melt the midnight sky
Will You need me?
After the river of words runs dry
And the forest burns green leaves
After the winds die
And the clouds cry freedom
Will You need me?
After the hummingbird knocks
At my garden door
After the Maples reach out
There autumn hands
Will You need me?
After the oceans toast their glasses
Against the jagged rock
After the deserted island
Is no longer alone
Will You need me?
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