Bury Me

Should the Darkness
Claim me in Death,
Worry not for my Soul.
For though the Dark has me,
My Soul is already God's.
So bury me
Where the Stones
Whisper their ancient secrets,
So that I may
Listen to their Words
While I sleep.
Where the Trees
And Plants dance
Under the Moon,
Letting me
Dance with them
Under my Sister's
Bright light.
Bury me near
The laughing Brook.
So when I'm sad,
I can laugh
At her jokes.
And bury me
Where the
Eternal Fire burns,
So that when
I am cold,
I can warm myself
And hear the
Beating Heart of Life.

The End

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