Poetry & Prose related to end of life.
When I die
Give what's left of me away to children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Something better than words or sounds.
Look for me In the people I've known or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.
You can love me most by letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go of children
That need to be free.
Love doesn't die, people do.
So, when all that's left of me is love,
Give me away.
I'll see you at home in the earth.
~ Merrit Malloy
The Summer Day
Despair shows us the limit of our own imagination.Imagination shared creates collaboration,and collaboration creates community,and community inspires social change." ~ Terry Tempest Williams