Nothing is Lost
We play the smallest part in life
briefly we are here to live and be
From birth to death our print is made
then only to disappear, but not to die
For death is final and has no home here
to see is not to love, but to know is
What we cannot see remains with us
in memories of heart and mind
Both of which cannot be turned into dust
nothing is lost forever because
all will be safely gathered in.
This seems a really thoughtul poem, I really like it. Some really good thoughts in here, making me reflect. I love that to know is to love, and those things that don't turn to dust. Smashing.
Vautaw, Stephen, Emeka and MC., thank you for your comments. MC., your comment is worthy of serious consideration and I am grateful for it. Emeka similarly so, a good point to consider.
Thank you indeed.
Keith
A welcome reminder of the truth of the words "play it forward"
Our mortality may go but what we "play forward" for good in our lives
can live on after we've gone. The memory is the vault in which
treasured mementoes of the past are stored and brought into the
light when needed. And, in turn, the recipients may carry on where
we left off, like the pages of an endless volume that keeps our
stories alive down the years for the benefit of succeeding generations.
I really hope we all we learn that life itself is vast and our roles are little compared to it.
This understanding can help us be more human than pride in whatever we think we are or possess.
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Jon
Sat 12th Sep 2020 17:21
Hi Keith
Eternal truths captured well here
Jon