Overflow...

Fill my bucket to the brim,

Oh, the lives I’ve wished to live!

Someday I’ll go back to Rome, for a good long while.

I’ll walk the ruins of Ostia Antica again.

And stare out upon the Mediterranean Sea

--but knowing this time that I shall almost certainly never see it again.

I will peacefully resign myself to this.

I’ll dance gaily and look out over the lavender field in Poland that I’ve dreamt of since the day I first heard of it.

And I will sit on a silent porch with my dear Polish friend and sing together once more the sacred songs which reverberate in hearts like the lulling twang of her harp strings.

I'll visit the monasteries of Europe,

and hear the bells peal their captivating song of love.

I will go on a thirty day silent retreat, and oh, how I will cherish it.

I'll make flower crowns in May and crown every Mother's statue.

And I'll learn to flip and cartwheel, just so that I can express the joy in my heart as I walk down the streets toward my home.

Yes, I'll cartwheel and flip down the streets when my heart is full, rain or shine.

I'll dance down in the grassy baseball fields by the creek.

I will go star-gazing all night in the mountains and watch the sunrise in the morning.

I'll walk the quiet country lanes at night with my beloved, both on a clear night with the stars and on a rainy night under an umbrella.

And I'll go through his bucket list with him, like he will with mine.

I’ll go back home and try every single one of the teas in my favorite tea shop.

“Would you like an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first?”

-Peter Pan

I will see that sign as I have tea with my best friend.

And it will not mock me. Because life itself is a very grand adventure.

I'll visit my sister's grave and bring flowers to put there, and then sit a while.

I will keep practicing guitar and learn to play well.

And I'll teach my children how to sing in harmonies, and we'll sing often.

And laugh. We will laugh often.

I will love, and love well.

And my love will never run out of breath

and so never stop to breathe

until I've no life left.

There shall be overflow!

Fill my bucket to the brim,

Oh, the love I have to give,

Oh, the life that I have to live!