After I’m Gone

After I'm Gone featured
When I die, let death come 
without pain.
Let flowers and birds weep 
and sing a sad lament.
Let Heaven open and soak 
the earth with rain.
But, please, 
let there be no pain.
Just the gentle kiss of 
a loved one's lips on my cheek.
The whisper of goodbye,
the touch of a hand in mine.
Let me feel one more embrace 
before I leave this earth.
Let me hear the sound of my daughter's voice
reassuring me that she'll be okay.
Let me breathe my last breath 
in the presence of loved ones. 
Let my soul soar back to You and
return to the source where all life begins.
Let me become the rain 
that soaks the flowers.
Let me become the sunlight 
that drenches the earth.
Let me become the sound of waves crashing 
on shore, the taste of saltwater on someone's lips.
Let me become the sound of laughter 
so people will remember me after I'm gone.

Bruce Black is the author of Writing Yoga (Rodmell Press/Shambhala) and editorial director of The Jewish Writing Project. He received his BA from Columbia University and his MFA from Vermont College. His work has appeared in Elephant Journal, Blue Lyra Review, Tiferet Journal, Hevria, Poetica, Reform Judaism, The Jewish Literary Journal, Mindbodygreen, Yogi Times, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and elsewhere. He lives in Sarasota, FL.
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Gloria Tessler
Gloria Tessler
2 years ago

How beautiful, sad but very affirming. Lovely poem

Bruce Black
Bruce Black
Reply to  Gloria Tessler
2 years ago

Many thanks, Gloria, for your kind. words.

Cynthia Bassett
Cynthia Bassett
2 years ago

Very apropos and poignant especially in the current state of the world. What is important and how will I be remembered?

Bruce Black
Bruce Black
Reply to  Cynthia Bassett
2 years ago

Timeless questions: “What is important and how will I be remembered?” Thanks, Cynthia.

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