Imagining Being Stars
Some say that when we die,
our souls soar up and touch the sky,
And even those with songs unsung
across the universe will be flung.
Perhaps to far-off galaxies
or places that no earthling sees.
Can you imagine places that
no one has even heard of yet?
The energy or spark we call the soul
will not end up – I’m sure – in some black hole.
I hope it’s true that we’ll end up in Paradise.
Most would agree that would be so very nice!
But maybe when we die, our spirits fly
and change to brightness in the endless sky,
Imagine if into the great unknown we go
becoming stars whose destiny is but to glow!
Think of other beings – maybe in another galaxy -
in the future looking upward in their skies to see
stars which have been named, and for even me– a misfit,
there is a star with my name on it!
Nov. 9, 2020
For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (Mar 4)' Poetry ContestContest
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