Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die.

-Mary Elizabeth Frye-


29 June 2015

If today were my last day...

If today were my last day, 
I would walk out the door. 
I wouldn't spend it in here. No. 
I’d want to be out there 
in the world that God created. 
I’d want to feel everything, 
everything I was created to feel.

I’d want to climb up somewhere high: 
a mountain, a hill, a rooftop, 
anywhere with a view. 
I’d want to stand somewhere high 
and shout out 
as loud as I can. 
I’d want to sing 
out loud and strong; 
the world my audience.

I’d want to run 
as fast as I can 
feel the wind whip through my hair 
my heart pound in my chest 
my muscles ache and burn, 
then throw myself down 
and lie with outstretched arms; 
the ground beneath me, 
the sky above me. 

I’d want to feel
the sun on my skin 
the rain of my face. 
I’d want to feel
the wind blowing through me 
and catch a snowflake on my tongue.

I’d want to jump for joy;
I’d want to run to the end of a pier 
and leap laughing into the sea,
plunge into deep, cold water,
feel the waves wash over me.
Dive down
weightless,
buoyant,
free.

If today were my last day, 
I’d want to laugh. 
uncontrollably 
and not be able to stop. 
I’d want to laugh
long and hard 
so it hurts, 
and tears run down my face. 

I’d want to cry. 
I’d want to sob 
uncontrollably
inconsolably 
until I fall asleep,
exhausted.

If today were my last day, 
I’d call my mom
And tell her... 
to smile, to live, to dare
And though I am far away, 
she is always near. 
That I am proud to be like her in so many ways
And that on my last day, 
I’ve loved the life that I lived. 

I’d want to lie 
in the arms of someone who loves me
as much as I love him. 
I’d want to feel his warmth surround me 
and know 
there was nowhere else in the world 
that I would rather be;
that he would rather be.

I’d want to lie beneath a starry sky 
and feel the weight of my insignificance
Feel my bond with the infinite universe around me. 

If today were my last day, 
I’d want to be able to say, 
at the end of the day, 
“You know what, it’s okay. 
I did it all today.”

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