Distasteful as it is, death is out there
like a final exam we are destined to flunk.
How do we cope until it happens?
Religious cramming is one way.
Living closer to nature, another.
I will keep loving life in all forms,
help others live theirs better.
DNA declares us new kids on the block,
living in a constant world of creation.
Activity for a zillion years when man was
not man, but creatures the Great Power
placed here to refine the better parts of us.
My thanks to all contributors;
my parents back to wigglers in a pond,
unknowingly working to improve things.
This reminds me of death as described in "How Do You Spell God" written by a rabbi and catholic priest. Christianity views death and the hereafter as a pass or fail test. Those who believe in reincarnation view this as 'you keep taking the test [life] until you get it right, and pass.' On a personal note, I choose to believe that I came from God, and nature does, indeed, help improve life IF we respect and take care of it.
OMG.. wigglers in a pond...laughing hysterically as I look at my own full of a different kind of wiggler... wiping eyes even... The poem is wonderful, my friend... but that image is not going to leave me soon...lol
Cute, ageless and totally, totally COOOOOOOOOOOOOOL, William! :)) I wonder what comes after us?? Red Devils or Little Green Men? I like the 3D effect of this - temporal, spacial, material and philosophical.... make that 4D! Love, Kate xx
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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God bless you. Kathy
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unknowingly working to improve things.
I love these lines...for out of it, a meditation is forced, on my own trials...my own contributions, defined
Excellent!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Susna