If This Were My Last Day

If this were my last day I would kneel and hush to hear the breeze,
Watch the sunrise and sunset, their warm glow making my heart seize,
Plant a tiny promise in the soil and name it for someone who’ll care, 			                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Dedicate a poem, a sweet song for someone beautiful and rare.

I would be quiet and listen to the river’s patient hymn,
Trace the faces of loved ones and tell them every luminous whim,                                                                                     
I’d let them know how they move the world inside me, true and sincere,
Fold a kind reminder into their pocket on how they’re so dear.

I would spread cheer and smiles, scatter small suns on every street,
Teach a child to fold a paper boat and let it float, slow and sweet,                                                                                                                                                                                                       Sit barefoot on cool grass and name the texture in my mind,
Leave a message in a bottle on a beach for someone to find.

I would nurture my worn edges in a world that praises endless giving,
Forgive the ones who broke my heart so I embody a joyful living,
I would accept my follies, hurl them up with the dandelions that fly,	                                                                                       	                                                 Pray, not to beg but thank the miracle of being here under this sky.

I would dance to the rhythm of light and map the sky full of constellations,
Lie beneath the stars and let them banish all my consternations,                                                                                                               I would believe in myself until my doubts have lay down and slept,
Offer my counsel selflessly to those who walk the path I’ve tread,

I would travel back through books to touch the ancient rooms,
Let old mysteries teach me the secrets preserved in noble tombs,
Sit in silence with the shells and amber drifting on the shore, 			                                                                     	                             Release one heavy Burden and let calmness within restore.

I would cherish every laugh from children and elders, brittle and bright,
Tell them stories and let our worries dissolve beneath a gentle night,
Give clothes and a warm bowl to the homeless, warmth without a sting,
Soften their burdens for a while so their heart can also sing.

I would pray in devotion simply to thank the miracle of breath,
Spread mirth and mercy unconditionally until my death, 
Even if they say the good are ruined, I would embody virtue full-blown,		                                                                                      	                           Lend a kind ear to a stranger until their pain is fully known.

If this were my last day, I would fold my hands let gratitude flow,
Forgive, be forgiven, speak love fierce and plain before I go,
If this were my last day, I would let compassion have the final say, 		                                                                             	                                   Light lanterns of fulfilled promises that light someone’s way.