HEAVEN WAITS

Did the Dalai Lama know?  Was

It, like, prophesy?

Or maybe just, like, guesswork.

Just had to wait and see!

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Did not happen!  I am still living,

Sure, that path was slippery!

Did not fall into the river,

Death then not my destiny.

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Not a crocodile or panther,

Sure, God was there to aid!

Always able to deliver,

Know that He can save!

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Awakened then!  Sure, relieved that,

Then in that river, what portend?

I reached out for a lilly pad

Father’s oar came down (up) to end.

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Near disastrous charade!

Sure, crocodilian nose!

He splashed away, to end it,

I shivered to my toes!

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Later on a “crock” got under,

Our boat and carried us

Sideways near tipped over.

Uncle Fred did what he must!

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Had shotgun fully loaded close

To the water.  Shotgun roared!

Boat released, then, from father,

“We return now.  Cannot afford–

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“To lose a passenger or four,

River’s full or crocodiles,

We will not tell mother, at the tent!”

Cannot afford to miss her smile.

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Father tempted fate quite often!

Then this village, preached Christ there,

With the small pox, was infested!  Dad

Caught the dread fever.  Not rare!

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Died in the big tent, 2 weeks later,

Campfire we heard singing.

Natives exclaimed:  “Sahib, is well?”

No!  Bells of heaven ringing!

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the Sam

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