Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Reverie...
That we owe Nature a death
Whatever is earth, return to earth. Whatever is air, return to air. Whatever is fire, return to fire. Whatever is water, return to water.
Gloriously, whatever is spirit, return to spirit.
Scatter me to the North, South, East, West, and Up.
I am told I someday will be reconsonstituted.
Out of the diverse I came, into the many I go.
But someday, the spirit, soul and body will rejuvenate and be one.
The consolation of my religion is that I will someday be conscious, in my body on that other great shore, surrounded be Love and Loved Ones, and that One Great Love. The veil will be lifted, and everything I wondered, dreamed, thought about, mused about, reflected on, will be as clear as those waters will be pure. I will experience my Life as past, present and future all bound up into one, and I will praise the Creator for every trial, every evil, and yes, every good, ever sent my way when I was on the dusty globe. I will be amazed at how short that vapor of a Life truly was, and how long and neverending is the Spirit. I will sit and talk with the great philosophers who had the Law written on their hearts and enter into discussion on eternity, Fate no longer being an object of conjecture. I will walk side by side with the One Whom without nothing was created, and take every opportunity to thank Him for my creation, and for giving me the small ability to participate in a little creation. I will ruffle my boys hair as my dad ruffles mine and his dad ruffles his and marvel at the beauty of my wife, and my mother, and her mother, their hair all crowned with flowers plucked from Paradise.
So Nature, take your death.
Scatter me as you will.
Only to make the miracle that much greater!
That we owe Nature a death
Whatever is earth, return to earth. Whatever is air, return to air. Whatever is fire, return to fire. Whatever is water, return to water.
Gloriously, whatever is spirit, return to spirit.
Scatter me to the North, South, East, West, and Up.
I am told I someday will be reconsonstituted.
Out of the diverse I came, into the many I go.
But someday, the spirit, soul and body will rejuvenate and be one.
The consolation of my religion is that I will someday be conscious, in my body on that other great shore, surrounded be Love and Loved Ones, and that One Great Love. The veil will be lifted, and everything I wondered, dreamed, thought about, mused about, reflected on, will be as clear as those waters will be pure. I will experience my Life as past, present and future all bound up into one, and I will praise the Creator for every trial, every evil, and yes, every good, ever sent my way when I was on the dusty globe. I will be amazed at how short that vapor of a Life truly was, and how long and neverending is the Spirit. I will sit and talk with the great philosophers who had the Law written on their hearts and enter into discussion on eternity, Fate no longer being an object of conjecture. I will walk side by side with the One Whom without nothing was created, and take every opportunity to thank Him for my creation, and for giving me the small ability to participate in a little creation. I will ruffle my boys hair as my dad ruffles mine and his dad ruffles his and marvel at the beauty of my wife, and my mother, and her mother, their hair all crowned with flowers plucked from Paradise.
So Nature, take your death.
Scatter me as you will.
Only to make the miracle that much greater!
