The Last Sacrament

I’ll not ask all that much of my dying;

Surely no more than I’ve asked of life.

To have a few hours with those I love,

Walking a last time through the woods.

 

And I will say “Here is all I have learned.

There is nothing more I can teach you."

How nothing really begins or ends but

Is endlessly changing in its becoming.

 

No one will have need to say any sadness

As we lift our glasses of wine and drink

The last full measure of this life and love,

Holding on to one, letting the other go.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-05-06 at 16:54

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Wonderful and sobering. In my last hours/days I would seek to gather around me memories and experiences through poetry and music, video clips, and old photos. I shall have a netbook or tablet propped up in bed and expire pressing the 'send comment' button.
2011-05-08


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
That would be the way to go, all right, and I hope that you can take it (though not soon). Unfortunately, most of us finish our lives as has your stag.
2011-05-08



Beautifully written about how to say a last goodbye!
2011-05-07


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully said my friend. Quite an epitaph.

Peace,

Joe
2011-05-06