Days Of God

Because I’m not a man with children, I have to gaze down lonely roads And expect one day to cease my existence alone. I can only hope I’ve planted flowers bright and yellow That will long flirt with the sun after I’m gone, After heaven has invited me in or sent me moving on. I have sung sad songs to the rhythm of dawn showers, I have told frightened strangers that life is beautiful and sweet, I have kissed gentle people with kind hearts And have opposed cruel words and evil deeds. I accept my spiritual destiny without complaints; Even in darkness, these are days of God.