Sunday, September 18, 2016

No Casket For Me Please


Repost of June 2006
Lay me down in a bed of grass
when my body dies, that it may pass
deep into the essence of
this glorious earth I do so love.

But until that time:
My heart gives rise to the high places,
how transcendent is God in these spaces!
Where trickster breezes weave through my hair
and the miracles of life are everywhere.

Then soon:
As a falling leaf, my cheek it doth kiss
this life I know I'll sorely miss;
so when you note my long, last nod,
just place me in the soft, green sod.
By Cathy S. Rapicano - June 4, 2006

4 comments:

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kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

But, yet, withe Don's WWIII soon...
we might just git our wish, dear.
Im like you:
juss lemme fall where I may.

I must meet you in the Great Beyond.
Wanna?
Gonna?
I'll tella youse
how to wiseabove, miss gorgeous:
1. Dost thou lovest Almighty God?
2. Do you love everyone else?
If you answered YES to both, girl,
you N me are going
to Seventh-Heaven, babe...

If you fall, no bigga deal.
God expects THAT, lil one.
We're mortal sinners.
But, yet, you must git back-up
and keep on keeping on
till death has us locked in his grip:
only Jesus can release you N me, girl.

Meet me Upstairs for a Big-Ol beer
and we'll tok bout celebrating
our eternal resurrection
at the RongWayPub,
one of many along the way...
cuzz I'd looooove to see you.
Cant if you aint Upstairs.

So trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your indelible soul.
Cya soon.
Love you.

kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

But, yet, withe Don's WWIII soon...
we might just git our wish, dear.
Im like you:
juss lemme fall where I may.

I must meet you in the Great Beyond.
Wanna?
Gonna?
I'll tella youse
how to wiseabove, miss gorgeous:
1. Dost thou lovest Almighty God?
2. Do you love everyone else?
If you answered YES to both, girl,
you N me are going
to Seventh-Heaven, babe...

If you fall, no bigga deal.
God expects THAT, lil one.
We're mortal sinners.
But, yet, you must git back-up
and keep on keeping on
till death has us locked in his grip:
only Jesus can release you N me, girl.

Meet me Upstairs for a Big-Ol beer
and we'll tok bout celebrating
our eternal resurrection
at the RongWayPub,
one of many along the way...
cuzz I'd looooove to see you.
Cant if you aint Upstairs.

So trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your indelible soul.
Cya soon.
Love you.

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