When I Die

So when I die,
I will be saved
from any knowledge
of how people
react to my
death. I won’t
be looking back.
It is all for the best,
as even after death
I would, if throngs
wept, be tempted
to gloat
and be filled
with hubris,
or I would, if
there were only
those who like
Ebenezer Scrooge’s
business partners
gloated over his death
and glad for his
departure, be filled
with outrage at
how little I was
appreciated.
I give thanks
that, as promised,
I will hear
only the voice
of One calling
me by my
true name, the
name filled and
overflowing
with unconditional
love. And maybe
that’s a nice
lesson for before
I die.

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