The past is incorporated into the now, and we’ll all be part of the future. Our atoms live on in this dimension, while our soul and essence move into unknown.
Of the things we think we are,
Of such things we think are stars,
What we are is not reflected,
In mirrored glass: so defective.
Minds we think know so much,
Little is made of common touch.
What we think is so profound,
Isn’t worth a crying sound.
Bodies of water, bodies of men,
Have more alike than holy amen.
Each to return to on what we stride,
Each should listen, speak abide.
Soon the light shines on all,
Nothing to fear, not even black pall.
What separates each living thing,
Is mere atoms, from God’s vast fling.
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