When I Go

Jul. 25th, 2013 03:40 pm
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I'm not trying to be morbid today, but my co-worker turned 50 today and told me that when he passes away, he wants the song "Time to Say Goodbye" played at his service.

I've known this for many years.

For some reason - today it sparked within me a need to listen to the song that I'd like played at MY service when my time has come. I have listened to it 10 times or more today already. I don't feel like this means I'm melancholy. The lyrics of this song simply resonate with me... and inspire me. They make me feel determined to LIVE (and in some respects - live in ways that I'm really not living at the moment) so that I'll be READY ... when I go.




Come, lonely hunter, chieftain and king
I will fly like the falcon when I go
Bear me my brother under your wing
I will strike fell like lightning when I go

I will bellow like the thunder drum, invoke the storm of war
A twisting pillar spun of dust and blood up from the prairie floor
I will sweep the foe before me like a gale out on the snow
And the wind will long recount the story, reverence and glory, when I go

Spring, spirit dancer, nimble and thin
I will leap like coyote when I go
Tireless entrancer, lend me your skin
I will run like the gray wolf when I go

I will climb the rise at daybreak, I will kiss the sky at noon
Raise my yearning voice at midnight to my mother in the moon
I will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slow
I'll send this message down the wire and hope that someone wise is listening when I go

And when the sun comes, trumpets from his red house in the east
He will find a standing stone where long I chanted my release
He will send his morning messenger to strike the hammer blow
And I will crumble down uncountable in showers of crimson rubies when I go

Sigh, mournful sister, whisper and turn
I will rattle like dry leaves when I go
Stand in the mist where my fire used to burn
I will camp on the night breeze when I go

And should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline
Between death and resurrection and the council of the pines
Do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so
All your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me when I go
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