When the day arrives,
Ward off the shadows—
Keep their ominous hands at bay from me.
When the sky splits like Moses wielded his staff,
Let the rain fall and wash away my sins.
Send me off like the ark to the flood,
Witness my departure, and as you pray,
Know that I observe above,
Or below,
wherever it grants me strength.
Here, at the end, I am afraid and weak to cast my shadow…
Let the rain wash over me.