Upon the road
Where the dead walk.
He asked me why
I walked with the dead.
I said
�To Find god, of course.�
He smiled and replied
Twas something most divine.
If only I�d have heard,
I was too preoccupied.
I walked the road
Where the dead walk.
I reached the end
Where a mirror stood,
As far and as high
As the eye could see.
The spirits looked,
Smiled,
Disappeared.
I turned back.
I returned to that road
But still I did not hear.
I turned back.
But now I stand
In front of that vast mirror
And I don�t need to know
What the old spirit said.
I see myself,
For I am not dead.
Richard