And When I Die
by Leslie Noyes
When I die I pray someone will mourn; that a song so achingly sweet will be offered up, and
People will sob in response. I also want a celebration, though, a praise service with dancing in every aisle,
Worshipful arms upstretched to the heavens. God only knows where I will turn up. I have not
Lived a blameless life; how interminably boring that would be, But still, I think of the ecstasy of
Being taken up by a heavenly host of angels, rising on wings of gossamer, when I die.
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
Will my dear, you deserve to be wi the nice angels, you know the not the goody two shoes ones but the ones who know a good lady when they see her x
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And you’ll be right there! Feet and all!
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I dunno about them feet. They might want me ta cut ’em off but hey, I can fly right?
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You’ll be given new feet!
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All things MUST be possible then xxxxx
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And I get a new nose! 🤣
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Okay, so it it my turn now…you know this list could go on and on x
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Tell me what you want what you really really want.
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This is beautiful. I love it.
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Thank you!
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Love the poetry. Blessings!
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Thank you!!!
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I fit the same profile as you i.e. One husband and Two dear cats.=, except I am fully retired from the workforce (thank goodness). I found your blog via discoveringsooz and was intrigued by this heading in your profile. I have been thinking about my own mortality just recently for some reason and have started a massive clean up of cupboards and rooms so that my children don’t have to sift through all this stuff and make decisions for me when the time comes. I have no reason to be thinking about my own demise but there you go, life’s like that sometimes. I love your poem and look forward to visiting your blog often.
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Thank you, Barbara! I go through spells of morbid thought one day, and the next day I’m planning the next family reunion.
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