I Don’t Want to Wait

I don’t want to wait, until death is at my door…

to come out of hiding
to take my mask off
to say yes where fear urges no
to walk slowly
to roam widely
to say I am sorry
to risk failure
to let the earth's clay stain my skin
to taste life’s sweet nectar
to ennoble my heart
to etch my children’s faces into mind
to show him how deeply I love him
to lay down my guilt
to take responsibility for what is mine
to forgive everything
to speak truthfully
to play freely
to share wine with good folk
to listen
to follow charm
to allow time to shape me
to write of the things that live inside me
to understand what scares me
to splendour with beauty
to rebel with Godly movement
to feel the magnificent hum of my brilliant body breathing.

When death comes to my door, I want to welcome it in, knowing that I have been blessed by it all.

I want to rest in the memory of having bowed at the altar of my life, knowing I held it with reverent hands.

When death comes, I want to willingly let go because I have learnt only how to give myself fully.

I want to leave this world knowing that I have been here for every moment of my miraculous and humble life. Exiting this body with the freedom, of having fully been here…been here…been here.