Bury Me is my thought process on the word prompt provided by Miss Kate. To read what others have to say about you’ll have to visit her. I’ve tried to provide a nonchalant view of death since it has no long-term hold over me. I have wishes and desires to see before I’m gone, but really, I’ve no control over it all anyways, so why be afraid?
Bury Me
Bury me in the backyard,
throw me to the moon,
it doesn’t really matter
since I was dead before noon.
You see I’ve a better place
a-waiting, so it don’t matter
much. What happens to the old
remains matters not, when I’m ready gone.
I have to admit, I wanted to
stay and see, what happens with
my boy and his girl throughout
the coming years. To see them, hopefully
come to faith in God.
Concern I had for critters,
and what happens to them,
as I don’t much want them dumped,
but safely cared for or at the very
least euthanized well.
I hate to think of the sorrow
of people left behind, but
hope that Christ’s message
is given to all who would so mourn.
I would that death not be
feared by anyone at all.
That more would see their
salvation which is held
so close at hand.
For death has no sting,
it has no victory. It’s all
been beat back by sacrifice
and God’s planning long ago.
