Burdens

I wear the coat of Earthly life, I pull the burden of toil and strife, up the steep,long hill.
And as I sit and draw my breath, I look at the sky and long for death and the beauty I desire.
And as I peer at the distant moon, a myriad of stars light up the gloom, to show a path, so bright, the heavens rend, and the clouds roll back, as upon the hill I lay my sack of earthly lessons learnt, and upwards glide, at spirit's side as I leave dark earth behind.
The Universe and I are one, as I join with the stars, the Moon, the Sun and rejoice that of God, I am the son as the flowers and the trees of earth are part of the cycle of death and rebirth..........

Copyright © 1998 S.Cutter
Written...to be read when i conducted funeral for my Aunty Pearl at Chelmsford Crematorium.