My Wish

DesertWords

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.

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2019 06:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • dusk arising

    There but for the grace..... go I.

  • dusk arising

    There but for the grace..... go I.

  • Neville

    I think this is without any doubt my most favourite poem of yours, that I have considered to date .... Neville

    • DesertWords

      Thank you, Neville. That pleases me very much.

      • Neville

        You are more than welcome.. much more.... Neville

      • Fay Slimm.

        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.

        • DesertWords

          So glad it held meaning for you.



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