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