Gently

Let me lay in the sweetness of the familiar,
the place where memories have been etched
into the stones of time, where sunshine weaves
its way through the dancing arms of cottonwoods
as the wind swirls and dips in early morning,
crisp air.  I want to die gently in a place that is
home in my heart.

Speak to me about sacred moments and silly moments.
Help me smile my way back into the shadows and the
sunlights of yesterdays.  Re-member the memories
with me.  Place your hand on my arm.  Let life touch
life.  I want to die gently to those moments and to
this moment.

Hold my hand and sit very still in the peaceful silence
as I listen closely for the sound of my name floating
through galaxies, footsteps drawing ever closer as
the Infinite approaches, perhaps an irresistible song
that falls upon me, note after note, like those glorious
golden leaves in a glowing autumn.  I will say “hello”
to the welcome emissary from eternity and wonder
what adventure is beyond this moment.

I want to die gently into the benevolent Mystery
that has played hide-and-seek throughout my
span of days.  In a mirror dimly…now face to face.

Gently.