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.
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