2006-04-17 - 10:31 a.m.
For the first time in a very long time, I have written a poem. It's not a great one, but it is one.
When I die, it will be Easter time.
The sky will be a cloudless, open dome
Magnolia will be flowering in the park
With daffodils that mutely call, "Come home!"
I'll leap into the water to see Jesus
And I'll smell breakfast cooking on the shore
And I'll hear crying, laughing, shouting, singing,
And Aslan's roar.
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