Stardust Sprinklers

From whence we as human civilization
began and came into existence
Still very little do we actually know to
this day
As only a partial bit of our history is yet 
to be uncovered
And is then left up to academia to 
summise and best explain the
reasoning behind

From since long before the written 
form came into existence and was
to be discovered
Walls and cave's we're dorbed with 
primitive pictorial pictogram and
Hieroglyphics
All seem to follow and have 
a common thread
Every single deity so long as able to
looked up and sought for the answers

In the Stars and Skies above

Once the sun and daylight dissapears 
and darkness of night finally appears
The Stars come out and proceed to
illuminate like an open storybook
Descending with it unto earth the
Mythology of the God's and so to
the origins of human creation

And to this day why we as human
beings still look up and tilt our head's
and eyes skyward
When we choose to go in search and
search for the answers that we seek
in order to make sense of the meaning
of life itself

An unfathomable unimaginable celestial firestorm on display combusting and 
imploding into a cosmic vacuum millions 
of light-years away invisible to the human
naked eye
Creating and leaving black holes 
reverberating in its wake bathing in
it's afterglow as if it we're the dawning
sun rising on the event horizon field of
gold 

Providing comfort and a final everlasting
resting place as even stars burn out and
die when their time is up letting us know
nothing lives forever not even the stars
themselves

All we need and wish to know is 
when our time on earth is up and we die
Do we similarly die like stars destined
to be swallowed hole so as an escape
porthole can be opened to another
dimension

Or is that black hole a star creates simply awaiting new arrival's and slam's tight shut 
once we enter
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Proxenos Avatar
December 5, 2021 at 3:38 AM
Hi Christopher, how will we ever know, no-one has come back to be able to tell us, so we believe as would a child but darkness, universes, man galaxies, planets, stars, the beauty of planet earth, all this will have sense once we enter the final porthole, and St Peter directs us towards the North or South - time for us to think. Hugs and blessings Jennifer
Flaherty Avatar
December 6, 2021 at 11:08 AM
Cheers Mev My evermost gracious thanks appreciation and gratitude as always. Much obliged Hugs and blessings
Kavanagh  Avatar
December 4, 2021 at 2:25 PM
Fantastic galactic imagery here Christopher, I love the way you compare the cosmos to our human condition, we really are made of the same stuff, your black hole poser is the great unknown, but I’m pretty sure our atoms at some point in the distant future will cross the event horizon, then perhaps anything and everything can become possible once again, cheers David
Flaherty Avatar
December 5, 2021 at 3:01 PM
Cheers David thank you very much Sir
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