Do Not Mourn For Me
Do not mourn for me
when I bury the skeleton of your vengeant god.
For during the burial process,
I’ve dug up something else.
Do not mourn for me
when I hope in something different.
For it’s grace that I’m hoping at all,
and perhaps I know yours by a different name.
Do not mourn for me
when I’m no longer a product of this world.
For it’s the darkness that I’m fleeing,
not what you think to be the light.
Do not mourn for me
when I’m not who I once was.
For I’m burning the remnants of the past
and basking in the embers of renewal.*
Do not mourn for me
when I stop folding my arms in silence.
For it’s the complicity of those folded arms
that swallowed the key to these chains.
Do not mourn for me
when I die before I die.
For it’s in the death that I’ve found
all the life we’ve all been looking for.
*Line from A Seeker’s Manifesto
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