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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