Lest this post alarm anybody, I'm fine, mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually - just introspective as Yom Kippur approaches and one of the prompts for my writing group was " Day of the dead altars".
Request
When I die, speak me simple,
speak me true. Make my altar
out of action. Hold your tongue
or use it in wisdom, in kindness.
Dance, sing, paint, hike, cook, eat,
Love, cry, laugh, tell stories, hope
Nurture, teach, learn, receive, give
savor, enrich each moment you live.
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Victoria Hendricks, October 2, 2008
2 comments:
I really love this one!
Victoria, this poem feels like sacred thoughts from deep in your soul. So eloquent, so beautiful. I'm saving this one.
Lynne
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