Land of Gracious Lumen

Turn my face to the sun
When I die
And my unbeholding eyes
Will see.

My lusterless face
Will glow
In the bright slanting
Of our waning orbit.

I will smell the good earth
Now my bed
And stuff
Of slow return.

My open hands caress
That by which I am caressed.
My earth lover
Embraces me here.

Turn my face to the sun
When I die.
Fall softly across my sleeping form
Shadow and light.

Let me sleep here
Until, in bright day
I awake
In a land of gracious lumen