Withdrawing from life's borders, seeking God instead.
Beginning prayers with hopeful desires, enquiring whether I am good enough to enter the gates of heaven.
Waiting for the go ahead, watching death come around, bringing it's shadow to bear upon my mind.
Placing my entire being on call, awaiting a knowing to appear in my mind, justifying my demise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem