Pondering With Moon

Pondering With Moon short poem

Uploaded by Keith Wilson

Yes…I know …I know
my steps are to end.
Darkness awaits ’round yonder bend.
Wrinkled and worn have I become,
scarred and tempered beneath loyal sun.
Neither gospel nor gun, a lantern to be,
for the cosmic thicket now welcoming me.
The questions pondered before listening moon,
the reason of existence I shall never assume.
Why tragedy and triumph are so closely wed,
and gluttonous souls bury the innocent dead.
Once upon a journey with essential Earth,
it seems my death is another tender birth.

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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