Whisker
If there is a god, I will beg him to send me back to my mother earth, as I fear heaven will not smell like morning dew, or rainstorms and that after death I would never again know the cool touch of stream water flowing over a bed of plush moss. When my body is gone, I want to embrace my great-grandchildren as they lay upon the grass. I hope to know their warmth through the blades and caress them as the wind blows. If what they say is true, and he burns the crust, I will burn with her. I do not wish to remain within my consciousness and enter idealized pearl gates and I wish nothing less than that and more for those that do, instead I hope death is sleep, where I dream of rebirth into something new. I will feel at peace if my soul remains tucked within the whisker of a cat, or the talons of a falcon, carrying with me the comfort that I will rejoin her one day again and again.
Thank you so much Dave!! :))
This one resonated quite strongly. As I enter the stage of my adulthood where I am losing more loved ones, I think about the moments of connection and companionship, that I feel, brimming with their energy, and what meaning I give to it, in every blue sky, Happy animal, or cool rock I find. Thank you for sharing.