Isn'T There a Place
Will there be non-existence
for you and me?
It savages the mind to have no being
to dreamless sleep alone foreseeing.
Shouldn't something of us survive
in rock or rain or moonlit tide?
Were we made to be passed through
setting aside all we knew?
Isn't there a place in universes endless
to which an act of mercy can send us?
Is our destiny really dust?
"No," answers a voice I fervently trust.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2022
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