The clouds are opening,
Those that gave the rain.
The grass wet and clean,
A stillness waiting…
Open the door,
Take my hand…
Glide with me
Over the land.
The wind singing
Its magic hum…
All the living intertwined
with the passing away…
Death is a doorway
To the essence of being
More than we know.
Good poem! Thanks for posting it, Scot.