Should I have lived in solitude

And rested upon my deathbed

With no clergy insisting I should

Fear for my soul

Or loved ones wailing at the certainty

Of their loss at my passing

Or lying specter planting the seed that I was

Born unto sin and death


Instead, if I had experienced nothing

But the serene observation of the sky

And the cradle of the earth

I am certain that

As death approached

There would be no fear

No regrets

Only peace

Laced with wonder

As I seem to begin again.