Judgement Day
Who's going to judge me when I die?
No one else other than I.
For who knows better what I have done?
I can't think of anyone.
I will see my life in full reflection
and know where I have failed.
And understanding of this will help me to see
that I rue these things sorrowfully.
I will atone for all of my mistakes
and then take wing and soar.
I'll become as a new born babe again
just as I've been before.
There is no judgemental God I must face.
There is only little old me.
And I am the strict enforcer
of all that I'm striving to be.
So I'll take my rest from the trials on earth
and enjoy celestial calm.
I'll visit with angels and the Gods on high
and recite the 23rd psalm.
And after I tire of this pleasant respite
I'll ask to return once more
to face the adventures of life anew
and all that I need to explore.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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