Let not a moan nor sob escape thy lips.
As I fall from life's tree.
a leaf,
a life,
Blown away by the wind of my fathers lips.
Ashes scattered,
like so much chaff in the wind.
Not the end let not thy heart be dismayed.
This is but a joyous beginning.
I welcome the arms of death like a brother.
For death shall carry me to the arms of my father.
embraced in light,
garbed in love,
singing at the top of my spiritual lungs.
Let love pass between father and son.