Details for My Burial (verse)
Madeleva, Sister M.
Details for My Burial As for the matter of my burial: It follows hard the golden day I die; There needs but a small grave where I may lie, Cut in the snow's white peace I love so well, Or...
...Myself...
...It holds divine reprieves, immortal pardons Whereby my vagabond feet are stricken free...
...Remember, when you dig a grave for me...
...Dear God, how I desire the consecrate cell...
...There needs but a small grave where I may lie, Cut in the snow's white peace I love so well, Or sweetened with young rain-one cannot tellBut always, always the great, solicitous sky...
...My fingers busy here with mortal gardens May plant and pluck to ultimate ecstasy...
...The quick, close earth, and all that live thereby...
...Sister M. Madeleva...
...A heavenly tramp in heavenly Ardens...
Vol. 11 • February 1930 • No. 16
