Final Plea

Inspired by the untimely deaths of young people I knew. RIP In a dream, tonight would be my last and I demanded to talk to God. Of all the things I've gotten past, to go now seemed so odd. "You've taken all my friends you see and now you want me, too? Unlike one who pretends to be I've always honored you." Those sinners who outlive me still, all I have to ask is how? It mad me question His very will. Why take a good man now? But God just sat and let me rave on and on about my worth and why I didn't need a grave, but rather eternity here on earth. Pride let my voice be rather loud. He never said a word. I told of deeds that made me proud and good things that I'd heard. And when I tired He simply said, "No doubt your life's been good. But many younger are now dead and their legacy simply would be the song that is never sung, no children call them dad. for they came to me so very young and left the world confused and sad. Yet now your time has come as well and selfish thoughts are all I hear? Your life was full and I can tell it's really death you fear. Just remember that you have no choice, for you all will one day die. Be strong and with a humble voice tell loved ones they can cry." And in that moment I knew a peace, and I felt a tear well up inside. That most feared was now the least as my selfish motives died.