Have you decided what will happen to your earthly remains when your soul leaves this planet? Maybe some of you will think this morbid but it’s one thing that’s a definite for every living thing on this planet. We will all leave…sooner or later.
I have always thought that I would like to lie under a nice tree and fertilise it’s growth.
Today while flicking through Facebook I came across this poem. I think it’s brilliant.
WOODLAND BURIAL by Pam Ayres.
Don’t lay me down in some gloomy churchyard shaded by a wall
Where the dust of ancient bones has spread dryness over all.
Lay me in some leafy loam where, sheltered from the cold
Little seeds investigate and tender leaves unfold.
There kindly and affectionately plant a native tree
To grow resplendent before God and hold some part of me.
The roots will not disturb me as they wend…
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