Letting go at last, becoming still.

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.

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history
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