When I die, let me fall forward,
propelled by the purposeful energy that
saw light's first dance with planets
and stars.
May my hands be full, not
empty of effort or attempt,
lifting, in one hand, a torch
to light the way and offering
a morsel of bread in the other.
May I leave behind only
shallow footprints easily
caught up in a friendly
breeze and scattered over
shadowed valleys in
the rugged stone mountains.
May I fall gently into the
Mother's great white apron
where she will wrap me in
the fragrance of freshly
baked bread and sing a
song into my eternal heart,
a gift of welcoming love.
When I die, let me fall
forward into the earth from
which I became substance.
Let me sleep in the sweet
meadow grass among the
yellow flowers.
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Comments4
There but for the grace..... go I.
There but for the grace..... go I.
I think this is without any doubt my most favourite poem of yours, that I have considered to date .... Neville
Thank you, Neville. That pleases me very much.
You are more than welcome.. much more.... Neville
One of the most moving and gently expressed of writings on death and the afterlife.............. must keep this one in my faves to read over again......... thank you for sharing your purposeful wish.
So glad it held meaning for you.
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