Walking toward death's insistence, unafraid, no doubts that God is leading me to Him.
Wanting to let go and become who I will be in heaven.
Nothing standing in my way as I travel ahead, straight through my final sunset in all it's wonderful splendor.
Never being chastised again for having intelligence, aptitude and artistic bouquets of music, art and writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem