THE FINAL INTERVIEW WITH GOD
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.’Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
Have you been true and going to the Temple?’The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
‘No, Sir, I guess I isn’t.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be divine.
I’ve had to work most 365 days,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here who are with You.
They never wanted me around any way,
Except to calm their fears.
If you’ve a place for me here,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t have a place for me, I’ll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where all the Devas had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his Almighty.
‘Step forward now, you soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on to the streets of Bliss,
You’ve done your time to deserve it.’
(Author Unknown and edited too my taste.)
Thinking of all the soldiers of the free world.