Going Home

Weary to the bone I lie; Beyond the window waits the sky Until I exit with aplomb. My life is done. I’m going home.

In peace I’ll let my spirit be A part of every living tree, The moisture in surrounding land, The whispered dreams held in my hand.

Upon the sunlight I will dance, For every hour of day enhance The wonder of the earth I’ve known, A part of every seed and stone.

I’ll hold the secrets of the bear And all God’s hunters everywhere. Through mountain waters I will flow Refreshing new life as I go.

I’ll have no weight to burden earth; No fear of shadows, no rebirth

© 2010 Pam H. Murray