No Resting

If one day you decide to clear the air
and tear your rags to shreds and pull out hair.

Not to worry, you will never be alone
no matter if you travel here to there.

Flowers will be provided, we guarantee.
There will be some for you to always see.

You can stand or sit on any hither hill.
And take in the fullness and get your fill.

Your hands may be tired, and worn to the bone.
But you'll always remember how they tended your home.

Life may get crazy and your mind may wander off.
But your spirit will always carry you aloft.

You may feel you are lost in the dark of night.
But you are surrounded by the increasing light.

You are not alone, we will always be near.
Those that consider you our precious dear.

You will always be a part of this maddening crowd.
Of those waiting for God, with humble heads bowed.

-Em June 27, 2003

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