Do not rest in peace, love.
Rest boisterously.
Rest dancing at the top of a moonlit pyramid
and rest on the surface of the sun of your choice
and rest in a comfortable spot between the stars
and rest in the eye of your new favorite galaxy as it spins ‘round you.
Rest in uproarious laughter at one hundred remembered lifetimes’ foibles
and rest in the windowsills of your grandchildren’s bedrooms
and rest in the freedom from the everyday sins of ego and spite
and unacceptably long memory.
Rest yourself in my dreams where I can find you
and rest between the notes I sing
Rest in love so expansive, so jubilant,
a mere human body could never hold it all.
Do not rest in peace.
It was never your way to sit still.
Kristie Cunningham: Poetry 