On The Day I Die

On the day I die, when I’m being carried
toward the grave, don’t weep. Don’t say,

He’s gone! He’s gone!¬†Death has nothing
to do with going away. The sun sets

and the moon sets, but they’re not gone.
Death is a coming together. The tomb

looks like prison, but it’s really
release into union. The human seed goes

down into the ground like a bucket into
the well where Joseph is. It grows and

comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here and immediately

opens with a shout of joy there.