"No Casket For Me, Please"

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 doth kiss,  

This life, I know I'll sorely miss;

so when you note that long, last nod,

just place me in the soft, green sod.     

csr