When my time comes I hope to be buried like Moses by the very hand of The Almighty himself quietly in an unknown place.

My epitaph – virtual or otherwise –  shall read:


I want to feel the silence of the stone.
Wade in cool water under a hot sun,
eat figs and small sweet bananas
in a place of my own choosing.

I would wear only white.
Maybe some silk on the hottest of days –
Maybe some wool in the cool of the evening.

But only white.
White to remind me of the pure
heart and mind of God.

The whisper of the wind
through the trees
would be the only sound
separating the land from the sky.