When I am gone...

When I am gone away,
The world will still go on;
The grass will take me in
And all my hand has raised
Into the cold bright air
Will go down to earth again,
Merged with root and stone
Within that patient darkness
Where bones turn into trees
And old clothes, cast off,
Are resurrected into flowers;
You’ll not see me here or there
But I will meet you everywhere.


  1. In this brief life we experience love and loss, joy and sadness, beauty and desolation, all of which we express in art. Thank you for sharing your life and art with us, Henry.


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