Death Poem

There is no death when...

There is no death when stars implode

A stream of atoms coalesce in some temporary terminus…

A planet, a person, a life.

We are made of stars yet blindly grope

For fame and immortality, for hope.

If we could only see our brilliance

Or that we are the true alien wanderers,

That we are one and never alone

And already home,

We would find our place in infinity.

———-

Mary E. Fleisch

One thought on “Death Poem”

  1. At first, I wasn’t sure how to take your last two posts. But after some thought, I get it in a wonderful way, at an important moment. Thank you Mary for your writing on this last post, and thank you all for your work. Keep it up.
    Sandy

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