Earth's Limited Vision Poem by Edwina Reizer

I pray with good intention
and don't know if I'm heard.
But just the act of praying
and searching for the words
brings me to the knowing
that I am one with my maker.
And when it's time to leave this life
I will fool the undertaker.

For he will only see the body
and never the camouflaged soul.
And as it rises in front of his eyes
only I will remember my role.
And I shall take with me
all that I have done.
And that too will escape his eyes
as the darkness gives way to the sun.


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