shaman shaman
bury me
under a starlit sky
beside a sinless tree.
commend my soul
to the vastness above,
bathe me, cleanse me,
lift me high on the wings of the dove.
of my talents i leave here on earth,
scatter them, share them,
to bear witness of new birth.
if others must judge my worried past,
fill their hearts with love and kindness,
the gifts of the Spirit
that hold true and fast.
and to those for whom i have cared
that have gone before,
please have them stand in ready
to open the door.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
shaman shaman
bury me
under a starlit sky
beside a sinless tree.
commend my soul
to the vastness above,
bathe me, cleanse me,
lift me high on the wings of the dove.
of my talents i leave here on earth,
scatter them, share them,
to bear witness of new birth.
if others must judge my worried past,
fill their hearts with love and kindness,
the gifts of the Spirit
that hold true and fast.
and to those for whom i have cared
that have gone before,
please have them stand in ready
to open the door.
This was written in response to the news of a friends death by way of OD... I see his face every once in a while in some of the strangers I run across. At first it was a poem the I took to his memorial but it is turning into a song E minor A major... Woody Gutherie once said "if anybody uses more than two chords to write a song they're just showing off".
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