My Death Waits Inside Of You Poem by Patti Masterman

My death waits inside of you
Seeking a tangent rebirth
Surely if a single plant
Can hold the whole life-cycle of creation;
Seed, plant, fruition, and dissolution
Inside it's small earthen pod

You can the whole of me, contain
Hanging from but the single tip of one branch
Of one sole outcropping; one lonely outpost
From the whole of the crisscrossed honeycomb's edge
To invisible edge, in the all pervading field
Unbounded sanctuary of your unutterable mercy.

(Vas- In the Garden of Souls inspired)