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Let My Soul Blossom Like The Night Blooming Jasmine
by Richard DavisLet my death be a thing
of beauty and peace. Let
it be like the brief light
of a falling star that lights
the sky in the deep silence
of the night. Let there be
no fear in my heart
of what is to come
when my life is done.
Let me be like that one
last bird now perched
in the apple tree lit
by the rays of the setting sun
who refuses to stop
singing until darkness
falls completely around him.
Let my soul as it blossoms
into being in the next world
be as bright with light
as the white petals
of the night blooming jasmine.
08/05/2011 Posted on 08/05/2011
Copyright © 2024 Richard Davis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/05/11 at 08:34 PM This is exquisitely moving, and a more-than-worthy request. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/06/11 at 01:44 AM This is quite beautiful - thank you. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/06/11 at 02:01 AM This is beautiful! Even if you weren't worthy, I find it hard to imagine that anyone could say 'no' to a request this wonderfully worded. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/08/11 at 03:09 PM I especially like the image of the bird singing until the last. This is quite lovely. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 08/11/11 at 08:54 PM I smell the jasmine in this free-wheeling visual journey on The End. A cool right! |
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