Scatter My Ash
written by: Paul Thwaites
Scatter my ash to the four winds,
That I may share the world, spread thin,
As dust that drifts on hallowed ground,
Then whose dust will I make the next time round?
Wandering dust that cannot be still,
This way blown, then that, to meet winds fate,
Or gathered top some hill,
Blown like a dune, my dust the same,
And proud of this desert I have made,
Proud to find among the dust a name.
No love can grow in this clean swept land,
And what foundation can be built on sand?
Scatter my ash that I may go ~
Into the places where the four winds blow,
To know at last that last, this dust I share,
And may once more find fertile earth somewhere,
Where all ash mingles in the winds that blow,
God’s breath is where we grow,
Then mix me well when I shake off this coil,
Blend me ground to ground in richer soil.
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