What will you see right before you die?
Perhaps;
A hummingbird hovering outside your window?
A sailboat in a distant harbor?
A vase of red tulips by your hospital bed?
The face of a priest whispering meaningless prayers in your ear?
Tears running down your spouse’s cheeks?
A yellow harvest moon?
Twin-Suns in a cloudless sky?
Your long-dead mother beckoning?
Angels dancing in your mind’s eye?
The Radiant Face of God?
Nothingness?
Fade to black…
ROTMS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem