483 What remains, travels March,2013

Posted on March 13, 2016 by Ken Greenman

This flesh, these bones, organs, this brain
shrivel, dry to dust.
What took a lifetime to become disappears in days.
But what remains rockets acrooss the cosmos,
through more dimensions than we can imagine.
Until, not so far off, mere millions of light years,
the soft oommhh deepens to an echo of joyful laughter,
the impatient Mother paces the gates,
waiting to embrace Her home bound child

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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