Mary Oliver recently passed away and I realized how much of her writing had touched me life. She wrote in her poem, When Death Comes…”
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
It made me think about what I’d like to feel when death comes, and I took one of my pictures and added my thought.
Then I wondered:
What song am I meant to sing?
I think it may be the lyrics that pop up at no certain time
with a melody only I hear at first
and then is shared,
My song is one of gratitude, hope and miracles.
My song is one of LOVE.
My song comes in whispers
and I need to be quiet to hear.
My song fills me with joy
and fills my life with meaning.
My song is your song and your song is mine.
Let’s sing out loud together.