I hoped, didn’t you?
All made sense in the end,
Now that I’m almost there,
Still I haven’t a clue,
What all of it had meant,
Ghost and goblins and preachers tall,
Then lay me in that hole so small,
I struggled, I twisted and turned,
In storms of life to find some calm,
Some refuge, peace and joy,
Though mostly little earned,
Sometimes, find some lucky alms,
Soon now, it won’t be long indeed,
Peace I’ll find, in this earth so deep,
Although just a thought, will it last?
I ask, might you know, my friends,
Mother Earth my treasure she receives,
All I was, or will she fast?
Tie me up in new garments,
Will it be the smallest quark?
New life in me would spark?
The struggle start anew to find the sun,
Under canopy of shade maybe,
Or dusty desert plain,
So manifold the tales she’s spun,
Will peace I ever see?
The spinning wheel she turns, the rug she weaves,
How then, when peace, and death, she never grieves.©03/01/2010
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Regis
Georg
What all of it had meant
I doubt that most of us really do, yet we trudge on.
is giving back to the essence
I enjoyed reading this Jasmin
though I am opting for cremation
& tranformation into the black diamond
or the art they create from the body...
Blessings Quest
Vickie