Please, when I die,
Do not make a sad death notice
One that says,
“I was sorry to hear”
Or explains the tragedy that is not at all a tragedy.
Not from my perspective.
When I die, let it be said that I transformed
From the density of my human form
To the silk feather that passes you in the hands of the wind
And the dandelion seed that follows
As a reminder of new life.
Let it be said that I go gently now
With the butterflies, whose wings are inexplicably delicate
And the dolphins, who play in the fullness of joy
When I die
Remember my old words as they were to you
But please, hear my voice in its new form, too–
in the hushed whispers of the blue gums
And the creaking of the willow.
Listen to my song in the waves
Cracking and ebbing with the foam…
Rumbling with the thunder.
I was not much of a singer before
But now, as you sit in front of the choir,
Hear my messages in their chorus
And feel my loveWhich is always in your heart.
When I die, please do not miss me in my old
But seek me in my new
And when you look,
Find me waiting for you
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