Thy Behest Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

Sometime after death
we will meet again,
perhaps in heaven or in hell.
If you are up there
you will want to give me a hand
and pull me up;
you will even beseech God
to get me up;
and I would do the same
if I was up there
and you were down.
But if you found me down there
I would writhe in shame
if ever I have lived ignoring my sins,
if ever I have lived not wanting to know my sins
and if I did not choose to seek forgiveness
while I dwelt on this earth.
O' God, don't let me abstain myself
from enhancement of truth
as the final place
for my soul to rest
is Thy behest.