THE REUNION PRAYER


Someday they shall dig my hole in the ground,
In an old-fashioned graveyard just outside of town.

The trees there are ancient and so are the stones
The people beneath them are just dust and bones.

The last time I went there with a fistful off flowers,
I took the time to reminisce for one or two hours.

I looked at the carvings, on granddad’s gravestone,
"Here lies an outcast who died all alone."

"A robber of trains, and a buster of banks."
He took all their money and never said "thanks."

Then there was grandma who taught Sunday school.
She said that Satan had made him a fool.

My mom and dad lie there side by side,
I remembered the fire the night they died.

Then there was you, dear, who I love most of all.
I sure wish your heaven had waited to call.

I’m getting old now and most my bones creak;
It even hurts me just to walk down the street.

I'm so feeble, I'm ready to go;
I pray for reunion with all those I know.

Lord, won 't you grant me a favor of sort?
Please send me your angles to take me to court.


By Tom Zart