I am not ready to die.
But I am learning to trust death
As I have trusted life.
I am moving
Toward a new freedom
Born of detachment,
And a sweeter grace -
Learning to let go.
As I have trusted life.
I am moving
Toward a new freedom
Born of detachment,
And a sweeter grace -
Learning to let go.
I am not ready to die.
But as I approach sixty (73 😊)
I turn my face toward the sea.
I shall go where tides replace time,
Where my world will open to a far horizon.
I turn my face toward the sea.
I shall go where tides replace time,
Where my world will open to a far horizon.
Over the floating, never-still flux and change.
I shall go with the changes,
I shall look far out over golden grasses
And blue waters...
I shall go with the changes,
I shall look far out over golden grasses
And blue waters...
There are no farewells.
[.....]
May Sarton
With thanks to Death Deconstructed
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