Deathday Party

Day 22--Diamond Poem

I wrote this for a friend whose brother is dying. I wanted her to know how I see his journey back--only sad for those left behind, and only if the bereaved haven't done all they could to ease his journey and celebrate his life. Otherwise, it's just a brief moment in time--a spark and then you'll see him again, whole and happy.

Deathday party

Sweet one

Be happy for me

Don't weep for me now

I merely carry the banner on

Returning to the One who made me

Help me go; loose the bands which keep me

Gird me in my robes of pristine white

I go forward to the next place

Smile for me, little one.

I'll always love you.

My heart

This one is how I would feel at the end of my life, if it came now, when I feel unprepared:

Regret

At the end 

Of my time here

The days and hours,

Like coins,

Falling through

My fingers.

For what

Have I spent

Such precious currency?

Have I done

Enough?

No.

Never.

There'll always be

Another act of 

Random kindness

Another bid for salvation

On which to spend 

This precious hoard.

I must give coin 

With love

Knowing it will 

Come back to me

In incredible

Abundance

From the One

From whom all

Such coin

Proceeds.