When the angel of death
arrives at my bedside,
like the ferryman
coming around the bend
of the river, plying his oar
with determination,
pulling alongside
and beckoning me in,
When I gaze at him,
my bed the shore,
wondering how to make
my earth-bound body
traverse the space between us
without falling,
I think I will trust
that the air will support me,
entering that bright darkness
interested in discovering
what comes next.
Yes, I think I will trust.
My life has been a voyage
of wonder and amazement.
I have made this journey,
head tipped back,
and grinning at the sky.
Trees have danced for me,
dogs and babies smiled,
my heart brimming with
the dazzle
of this beautiful world,
who performed her best
sunrises and sunsets for me,
draping the mountains
with breathtaking mist,
always whispering
"watch this!" and then,
watch this!"
I have long loved
the stories of people
who rose - and rise -
from their heartbreaking situations
with hearts courageous as lions,
roaring their love of life
even as the hunter
raises his rifle,
not cowering,
walking into the darkness
with full hearts,
with dignity, with pride.
No surrender.
Yet when that dark angel
comes for me,
I think I will surrender.
I will ride that bed-boat
out into the cosmos,
transfixed by all the stars,
wrapped in clouds of transformation,
soaring through the heavens,
breath held in awe.
The river of amazement
will carry me,
as it carried me through this life,
to my next destination,
where I hope I will find loveliness
to equal or surpass
that of this world,
where I will meet
lost loved ones,
and furry tails
will thump in welcome.
At the end, I will say
that, all of my life,
I have loved most
this earth and its beauty.
In trust, I will step into
the ferryman's boat,
ready to see what lies
on that farther shore.
A second one on the topic, about which I have written many poems:
I HOPE WHEN IT HAPPENS........
I hope when it happens
I will have finished all the books
I still want to write, will have shared
what I want to share.
I hope my people will read them,
and say, "We thought we knew her,
but there was a large part of her
we didn't know, and didn't understand -
that part of her that other poets knew,
because they read the words from her heart.
I wanted to make something pretty
of my life, but with the ups and downs,
the lumps and bumps, I made
something interesting instead.
I took those things and polished them up,
put them into my poems and books,
left out most of what was black and traumatic
and full of loss. Instead, I remembered
all I was given, how I was helped
and guided, and the people who loved me
till I was better able to love myself.
I hope when it happens,
there will be time to say
all the "I love yous",
look into the eyes of those
I am leaving, say "thank you"
and "Be happy. Laugh lots."
I hope when it happens,
that it will be peaceful,
a soft tide slipping gently
away from the shore.
Based on a poem by Diane Seuss titled "I Hope When It Happens." The italicized lines are hers.