When the dust of our existence
Is naught but a memory
And this world repairs the damage
Done to her by you and me,
Where will we be?
Will we watch from some encampment
On that tiny moon up there?
Or will we be out in the void
In search of a world, where
We'll learn to share?
Perhaps we will have fallen prey
To our hate and greed, at last
And been reduced to particles
In a great, atomic blast.
“Well, that was fast!”
Ah, then again, we might ascend
To a pristine, peaceful place
That waits for us, with marble halls
Where there's no creed nor race,
Nothing but Grace.
Alas, my mind does wander thus,
In these quiet times, despite
Herculean effort by myself,
But since it's long past light,
I'll say, “Goodnight!”
***
Man, those thoughts before I turn out the light and go to sleep just go wherever they want! Thanks for reading my musings.
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About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd.
My first published poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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Comments (8)
I appreciate the contemplative, gentle tone that carries throughout, balancing gravity with a subtle warmth. The closing lines, “I’ll say, ‘Goodnight!’” provide a comforting and intimate resolution.
Glorious work Dana!
I'm not reincarnating again. Nice job.
"Where there's no creed nor race, Nothing but Grace." This would be such a wonderful place to be. Loved your poem!
Beautifully written 👏 💙
A sharp reminder for us, not only this time of the year but always. We all have a choice to make …what will be ours
This time of year, especially, leads me to thoughts of ending, struggle, wonderings. Thank you for giving voice to some of those thoughts. It gives me comfort to know that I am not alone.
great thoughts, I lean toward the latter of the choices