Whispers of Eternity

You can hear the sound of creation Quietly whispering through space Last remnants of the explosion from When The Big Bang first took place, That in time formed the first stars, Can still hear sound of that reaction Starting off the expansion That ended in contraction And, so the process continued, No indication of hurry or haste And they say in this long process Never an iota of any material waste. Every atom of every element used Over and over and over again A constant recycling so that Never any matter loss or gain. Everything is made of stardust, Even beings like you or I And we return to stardust When we eventually die. And eons in the future We may have drifted so far To be part of the substances That coalesce to birth a new star. In the context of the universe Is that not a type of rebirth, Being part of a star that in time may Nurture and harbour a new Earth. A beautiful concept as the universe Renews and steadily moves on So that in one form or another A being is never ever truly gone. Maybe with no consciousness Maybe without any soul Maybe not even a sense of , Being the part of a new whole. There are stars in nurseries Just waiting to fully form Made from matter of the dead In that celestial renewal norm.