When I Pass

Photography and Poetry

Goodwin Gravestone copy

When I pass,
Let there be no trace of me,
Let me dissolve into the wind,
and dance into the light of eternity.

While I live,
Let there be no trace of me,
Let me dissolve into the wind,
and dance into the light of eternity…

© November 18, 2014

2 thoughts on “When I Pass”

  1. These thoughts were inspired by my inner reaction to the crumbled gravestone of one of my predecessors (the late Rev. Frederic J. Goodwin, D.D.) at Saint George’s Church. I photographed the tombstone because my eye was drawn to the crumbled pieces, and fallen autumn leaves. As I observed the photograph I wondered about perhaps repairing the gravestone as a matter of dignity. What if it were my gravestone that had crumbled into ruins? The response to this question came from deep within: “let their be no trace…” My Ego doesn’t agree, but oh well.

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