RIVERWOODS POEMS: WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?

WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?

I take no little solace

From the thought of being free

Of crypt or tomb or coffin

When I cease from being me.

I do not want to molder

Underground or in an urn.

No, my elements should mingle

With the mosses and the ferns

Or perhaps make up an atom

In the branches of a tree.

How else can spirit wander

Blithely through eternity?

The Christian tale should teach us

That the tomb did not hold Jesus.

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