A poem on the afterlife from a Pagan Perspective

When I die, all the work I have left behind that did some good will be my legacy
When I die, I will live on in memories
When I die, I will live on in the body of work, art and love I leave behind
When I die, my achy body will finally rest
When I die, my soul and mind will return to the bosom of the Great Mother and I will walk in the Sumerland until She sees fit to send me out into the world again.

When I die, I will have no fear for my hand is in Hers and I am glad to go home.

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