All that I serve will die, all my delights, the flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field, the silent lilies standing in the woods, the woods, the hill, the whole earth, all.

Let the world bring on me the sleep of darkness without stars, so I may know my little light taken from me into the seed of the beginning and the end, so I may bow to mystery, and take my stand on the earth like a tree in a field, passing without haste or regret toward what will be, my life a patient willing descent into the grass.

In this journey, where all that I cherish must eventually fade, there is a profound acceptance. The beauty of the lilies, the steadfastness of the woods, the expansiveness of the earth—each is a reminder of the transient nature of life. As I prepare to embrace the darkness, devoid of stars, I find solace in the knowledge that my light, though small, will join the eternal cycle of creation and dissolution.

I bow to the mystery that life offers, finding my place on this earth with the quiet dignity of a tree in a field. Rooted and resilient, I face the inevitable with grace, each moment a deliberate step toward the unknown. My existence is a gentle, patient descent into the embrace of the grass, where I will return to the earth that nurtured me, completing the circle.

In this acceptance, there is peace—a serene understanding that in the end, all things are interconnected, and our journeys are but threads in the vast tapestry of the universe. 🌿✨

©️ Beatriz Esmer