And then, when my last breath had come and gone
My friends and foes in grievance, some in song
Had both alike
Pensive at their own mortality come
To reflect on my loss of life.
To those who watched, it may have seemed
As if I slumbered, lost in a dream
Returned in death to nature’s womb
Or wandered into a holy light.
But among the clouds I sit in grace
I remember every splendid face
Each grain of sand
And strife of man
Cherished in every glorious stage.… Read More