In Honor of Darryl

When death comes to your door

at the end of the day,

what treasures will you turn over to him?

I’ll bring my full soul before him.

I’ll not send him away empty-handed

the day he comes to my door.

Into my life-vessel pours the nectar

of countless evenings and dawns,

of numberless autumn and spring nights.

My heart gets filled with the sight

of endless fruits and flowers,

with the touch of joy and sorrow’s light and shade.

All the treasures I’ve gathered

during my lifelong preparation

I’m now arranging for the last day

to give it all to death–

the day death comes to my door.

Rabindranath Tagore

Blessings and the peace of the spirit to you, Heather, and your family.

Much love, Karen

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