My Last Day Rachael Stanley

My Last Day

When it comes, I hope to be free of clutter, to gather up all the accumulated garbage and let it burn in the purifying element of fire to have my heart cleansed of bitterness to be released from unworthy dreams, from half remembered snatches of worry or regret from the sense of being a separate self. On my last day, I hope to be a feather falling lightly upon you.

Rachael Stanley

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