Not sugar and spice;
Sometimes not even so nice;
Flesh and blood I am…
a body that will not last.
Just like the junk we buy…
I too am disposable.
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
has me covered from beginning to end.
Maybe the evolutionists got it wrong?
We all came from dust and ashes;
Water just facilitates our staying alive.
God must have had fun
making mud pies…
Ending up with me!
What we can’t explain
Is that elusive Spirit
living part time
in my dust and ashes;
Quietly slipping back to its origins
As this body reaches its end…
The image of God // the soul-spirit
lives on… returning to the
handler of dust and ashes
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Photo taken at the Muttart Conservatory in Edmonton, Alberta Canada
Amaya, at d’Verse, talked about the different views of the origins of matter and of you and me. Essential elements and forms of matter have been recognized by different people, cultures and religions all the way through the centuries. People looked at the stars and developed astrological explanations of matter. Instead of looking at the astrological aspects, I decided to go straight to the heart of matter… Me!
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I agree! Especially about the mud pie part!
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A bit of humor about such deep subjects!
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Yes, our bodies return to dust, but my spirit soars and lives on in eternity. I put my trust in that image! You said ir so well… ” the soul-spirit
lives on…”
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I believe that is what happens! I would find it hard not to believe that!
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This is a beautiful write Dwight. I don’t know for sure where our life energy goes when it exits our mortal shell, but I believe this awareness we have had is an amazing gift. Not always perfect, not always easy. Sometimes joyful, sometimes so painful it can get overwhelming to carry on – but I believe it is a gift. If we have awareness beyond this, it will be a different kind, having left the mortal shell. When my son Aaron was killed I pondered for years – where does the incredible energy of an 18-year-old in peak health go. I still don’t “know”, but I believe it moves on. Energy cannot be destroyed. If our current awareness goes with it – not sure. But I came to peace realizing that I had Aaron’s love, and laughter, and presence for 18 years. What a gift! And it became enough for me. The love lives on in my sweet memories of my boy. Perhaps it is unreasonable, dven greedy to want more. And perhaps feeling sorrow only diminishes the power and beauty of what he gave me. Perhaps my wanting more is being ungrateful for this gift of awareness I have. Peace Dwight. I felt your heart in this piece you wrote. It is moving.
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Thanks Rob. I felt the deep emotion you feel in the loss of your son. I can’t imagine what that is like!. So very sorry for your loss. I believe you are right to concentrate on the joy and love he brought to your life.
We don’t really know what happens to the spirit part of us when we are gone. Perhaps death is like scientists used to look at black holes in space. Vast emptiness, but now they discover that there is substance to the dark matter they are seeing. I try to keep a positive attitude and believe we have so much more to experience after our spirit is freed from the mortal!
I really appreciate your thoughtful comments, Rob! Peace to you as well!
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The image that jumps out at me is ‘God must have had fun making mud pies’!
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Ha ha! Yes that would be us according to some! Thanks!
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This is so deep and so relevant to all of us. I really enjoyed this poem.
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Thank you! I am glad you saw the deeper meaning!
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started with humour and flowed into profound, lovely
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Thank Kate! I like to keep it fun and thought provoking!
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There’s much to contemplate in this beautifully written poem.
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Thank You! There are some concepts that run underneath it all! Thank you for noticing!
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I love that soul spirit thriving underneath the mud pies and ashes.
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Yes, that is about what it seems to be!
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I like the thought of God making mud pies! We are special creations with God-breathed spirits…He doesn’t make disposable “junk”.
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Mud pies… what an interesting thought… or maybe Pygmalion
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I love the interplay with serious and fun, humorous and not, a playful and yet serious poem that makes a strong point about our true nature.
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Thank you Paul! Sometimes it is better to cushion perspective and truth with a little humor! I appreciate your comment!
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My pleasure Dwight
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What becomes of energy and spirit after death is the age-old mystery, and we are titillated by the instances of savants, past lives recalled under hypnotism, and startling moments of deja vu. An evocative write.
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Thank you Beverly! It has always been an interest to me.
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Your poem struck a deep chord as it traveled here and there and gives positive ideas for consideration, especially about energy not disappearing but returning to “the handler of dust and ashes.”
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Yes, we believe this with scientific matter, why not soul matter!!
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Good point, Dwight. Why not?
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Thank you so much for your comment!
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You are welcome 🙂
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Love the spirit of these musings, Dwight; esp liked,
God must have had fun
making mud pies…
Ending up with me!
The spirit won’t leave w/out that sense of humor 🙂
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Sometimes we take things a little too seriously. A little humor helps!
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