And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring,
Let them smile, as I do now,
At the old forsaken bough
Where I cling.
The Last Leaf
Oliver Wendell Holmes
This poem reminded me of a song that I love from Brooke Fraser:
when the world has fallen out from under me
I'll be found in you, still standing
when the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees
when time and space are through
I'll be found in you
I want to be found clinging to the tree. I want to be found standing firm at the end of the day, and every day until Christ returns.
