Mike W. Blottenberger

The Hereafter

After my last breath
Let the river sing through me

But give part of me back to the earth
For my ashes yearn for roots

Invite the wind and rain
As my dusty bones seek a new Zion

After my last breath
A place with no fairytales or preachers 

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