On the Day I Die
On the day I die,
when I am 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 a 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.
Rumi
Rumi
Hello Denise. I just discovered your comment on my blog ... and of course, you may put a poem of mine on this beautiful blog of yours. Thank you. I shall enjoy reading through the rest of these poems. :)
ReplyDeleteGayle, thank you. I will have to go back and find your poem that I fell in love with on your blog and post it. The others I liked very much. Thanks for sharing them.
Delete