I'm exhausted down to my bones.
No amount of sleep can restore
this.
When a soul becomes so heavy
it just tumbles down
back into the earth,
is this death,
or something like it?
Does resurrection follow?
I think so.
Like the changing seasons,
renewal arrives,
like a tiny blade of grass,
hope grows.
Helene,
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour"
That blade of grass even if pissed upon by a passing dog will return to the earth. In that there may be new life but never resurrection, that is for the sacred books of myth alone. Well, only in my opinion of course.
We are all recyclable.
David
A superb, thoughtful poem, Hélène.
Soup will help with the resurrection!
Hope for a better day
Takes away all aches and pain
Renewing strength, instilling joy
Before the day break, darkness is fun
I can relate to each and every word in this poem. Seems simply exhausted.
Smile n cheers. Have a great day!!
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Hélène
Mon 10th Jun 2024 13:37
Thank you everyone for your "likes" and comments, they are so appreciated. You are my poetry tribe! David, on the subject of recycled bodies and (theorized) resurrection of the soul, yesterday my husband and I had a long discussion as to whether, upon death, individual consciousness merges with some kind of universal consciousness, or whether it can retain some kind of individuation. He leans towards the "lights out" theory & I lean towards the "individual-soul-consciousness-goes-on" theory. So, for now, we leave it to the mystery. When he & I die, if my theory prevails, I get to say "I told you so," and if his theory prevails....well, we will enjoy the darkness! (Lol)