WHEN I DIE
When I die we normally don’t think of such things, yet when I die I don’t want to matter. No need for any ladders, a purgatory will I not see, Hell will not be. Yet within and without there will be not ever a doubt. Imagination no more, liberation, what for? And faith, I’ll no longer contend with, for if I thought of it I wouldn’t have enough of it. Homeless, what word is that? Hate I would not know so it would never show, and as for me like I said before, I wouldn’t matter for what I want is the Agape, to sit and laugh and play with the God of any religion every day. All else would be insignificant for I’d be apart of the Agape, you could not take anything from me, I’d give it to you freely. I’d be the eternal child, that grows in only one thing, LOVE, that’s what I want to be. But you know what? If some one were to actually say, “Hey I’m going to Hell, unless I can switch places with one who is well, or eternally will I die never more to be apart of what is called life”. Right then and there I’d let them have mine. Remember, I wouldn’t matter, no need for any laeders, a purgatory will I not see, Hell will not be. Agape, is all that I need to be and see when I die…
P.S. For remember, it doesn’t matter where you’re at, in any situation to ade to that, if your heart is completely open, there is nothing but loving…
All Rights Ryan Brady O’Reilly
01/14/2002
Posted on August 27th, 2007 in Poetry | No Comments »


