Jan 20, 2014 22:13
When I die, will you cover me in song?
The voices of hearts that cannot fit into neat orderly lines
Words that sing between bars of agony and love, of hopelessness and healing,
Are messy, paint the things that are not things that need to come out
And join together to make the first stitches of peace
When I die, will you invite me to stand beside you?
Call the earth, air, fire and water and the spirits that have gone before
Hold us in the circle of our being, the space within and without
Until that time comes when I must go from here to there
A leaf crumbling into the earth under a blanket of snow
For this I know:
I love hard even though any day it could happen
Laugh, scold, cry and make huge mistakes
But there are days of birth and death that bring us closer,
Connecting, white hot flame like a web that burns
And I only hope that you always know How Much.
poem,
writing