If I must walk each day
in this dark tunnel of life,
pushing ahead when I chance to see
a dot of light, bury me where deep
waters fall in a cold mist over the
side of a mountain.
If I must remain in this darkness when
for days there is no speck of light
and my crying echoes deafeningly
in my own ears, then do bury me
where deep waters fall over the
mountainside.
If I must relentlessly
fight demons I cannot see
and my beautiful words lie
frozen on the paper,
cast aside thoughtlessly.
Oh, bury me where deep waters fall
in a cold, misty spray over the mountain
sprinkled with laurel.
A place where shadows gather
and the wind sweeps
away the memories.
Or, let me live.
Let me live among the living,
where love is for the giving.
Where I can see the flowers in bloom,
and feel the warm sunshine on my skin,
and dance in the gentle breeze.
To laugh and love as carefree
as a little child.
Oh, let me live! Fill my tunnel
with light and I shall plant beauty
so others coming afterwards may
follow the sweetness of the path
when the light shall vanish
even for one day.
Let me live! Live in the sunshine
long enough to blossom.
Allow the bees to drink my nectar
and ripen my seed. Then, as I wither
and die to be buried where
the deep waters fall,
I shall have lived life
to the greatest heights,
I shall have climbed each mountain
and conquered all!
Sara Gardner Blow Ó1964
Thank you,
Sara