I left the door ajar for God, and Death walked in;
behind him I saw the shadowed forms
of those I might once have known.
In the silence that followed, I found myself explaining
how I always try to have him in mind;
how I sit when I can in the graveyard
with the dead bodies at rest all around;
that I keep with me the remains of those
who have gone before.
‘I am making ready to join your crew,’ I affirmed.
I looked Death in the eye, and he smiled kindly;
behind him I saw the shadowed form of God.
Leave the door ajar for Death, and God may enter.