when death’s
cold hand
takes
me down
and flesh
and bone
lay underground
will my soul
just cease to be
with all its
precious
memory
or will it fly
on golden wing
to places
where
bright angels sing
or lost ones moan
and demons weep
and wail in vain
in fiery deep
does it find
another
life
in newer worlds
of joy and strife
or just dissolve
in light and air
and as they say,
“be everywhere”
these
are things
we cannot know
things no tract
or book
can show
things we’ll see,
or not, in time —
does the soul
die with
the mind?
This is one of those pieces that have you deep in thought. Very nice.
Thank you for reading and commenting. Very much appreciated.
Dear J,
I appreciated the thought process of this write. It’s always been so freaky as humans we know we have an expiration date but not when it is and what’s ahead. Of course depending on what you believe. I’m choosing this one
“ will it fly
on golden wing
to places
where
bright angels sing”
😇😇 😊
Thoughtful write. So glad to see you!
H 🌷