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When Death ComesWhen Death comes sneaking,To jump on my chest and Thrust his dagger Of white light between my eyes; When Death comes, With bristles and moaning bells; When death comes, Tinkling like the spring wind Upon the Prairie: I want to step boldly through The crack between the Worlds, Knowing already What it's going to be like- To lift up the edge of the Sky And drift forever- Cradled in the loving embrace of Immaculate white light- My spirit floating as free as thistledown Just to ... be in my place With the oneness of infinite mystery, On the dawn wind of space. I want to look upon all of my life As rainbows and thunder, And all time as a sunset, And see eternity As the blinking of God's eye, And I will remember Each of my friends, As rare and as singular As a nocturnal flower; And each friend's name As a fruit picked At the peak of ripeness, And each of my loved ones As an angel Fallen preciously to Earth. And when it's over, I want to be able to say: "All my life I rode The whirlwinds of amazement, Taking the whole Universe Into my soul- I don't want to wonder If I have made of my life Something useful and real, Or find myself Frightened and sighing- Wondering why I never Fully inhaled this amazing World." After Mary Oliver
Paul Averill Liebow
Bucksport, Maine |