Gently giving in to nature’s will
Your struggle’s finished ,you now want to leave
Letting go of all, becoming still.
Like a stone which tumbles by the rill
With wit and gravity ,with grace received
At last accepting God or nature’s will
We live exultant then we pay in full
The dying and their lovers, we are grieved
Letting go of all, becoming still
The soul prepares just as the body chills
Ripe with vision,willing, undeceived
Humble, daring, this is God’s anvil.
Flying like the lark from heathered hills
Near the lakes whose plangent waters breathe
Letting go at last, becoming still.
Companions to your end, we’re now bereaved
Yet by the beauty of that end we’re pleased
Gently drifting off by nature’s will
Letting go of life, becoming still.