Read to me from the book,
Psalms and Revelations.
Draw me into your sepulchre,
wrap me in white linen.
Sing me songs of resurrection,
burn the incense in the hall.
Linger long upon my threshold.
Lift me up,
and lay me down.
So instrumental was this vessel,
but now my life craves
passage on.
Let the fire come and take me,
it is time for wandering on.
Part my lips and breathe my final,
tongue and taste
and ears that hear,
songs beheld
and skin that’s touching,
eyes that see you
draw me in.
Death in requiem.
HG – 2019
