The Walk

The Walk

Now that the hour has come

To take that promised walk

To the valley, oh so green

Hidden from all of the world

To lie down in the pastures, oh so green

And let my spirit soar free with eagles on high

And may I let the wolves play

With my mortal shell.

Do not grieve for when I am gone

For I am still upon this mortal sphere

Watching over the world from on high

The world that is but not free

Playing with the eagles, oh so free

Forgive me not for all I have wronged

For my spirit has been forgiven

By the great spirit for all my wrongs

And he has freed my spirit

To soar on high, to roam so freely

So to pastures oh so green

I go to lie, to close my eyes

To rest this world weary shell

Do not awaken me

‘Til the wrongs of this world

Have righted upon this mortal sphere

So do not grieve, remember I am free

More free than you or I would ever be

So go now in peace and be as free

My fellow man as I am now.

Robert Aitken

Author's Note

Written as the eulogy for a long-time friend and good all round mate who left us all to soon in life.

Reviews

[Norah]

So important to be able to feel so deep, and so real🌹