This is a re-blog from my earlier works.  The question is one that enters all our minds from time to time.  The unknown, a scary place for sure when it comes to where we might be going upon the deaths of our bodies.  Will it be just so much dust in time or truly another heavenly existence for us?

Texas Poetry

 

The sand is pushed aside

as my feet are placed upon the landscape.

My footprints quickly disappear

as I move forward in my quest.

 

Blowing winds leave the mark of my path

but for a second

a mark of passing that becomes neither

a longing memory

or a recall by the passing landscape.

 

Are we too

a grain of sand

lost to a moment of time?

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