When my time is called up yonder
and my weakened, deteriorating vessel lays again
with the crushed leaves and dirt of a fallen Mother Earth,
shed no tears for me.
The demons cannot reach me here; I am safe.
My soul has found its permanent home in my Father's house.
Peace engulfs my once heavy heart; fear persists no more.
And when the next rain falls,
catch the drop that kisses your cheek
and know that my ashes swirl in the path of this wind to reach you
with a message I fought to send long ago:
life has finally freed her prisoner.