All We Were

a spontaneous write, muse is happy

he writes of stained glass
cathedrals and arcs
all that is holy
touching divine

while i without wisdom
do worship the sun
pulsating on fire
blazing in light

however our endings
when all said and done
will find us together
our future's as one

our mortal remains
whipped up by the wind
will settle when ready
on earth's failing crust

destined forever
in centuries from now
all that we were
fine blended in dust

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

All of us will become part of the earth again dear Chris.
"our mortal remains
whipped up by the wind
will settle when ready
on earth's failing crust"
I adored the above lines and the complete poem. Like a Alan Poe poem. Honest and worthwhile words shared.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote for your thoughtful review. Hope your day is going well.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

A nice quiet evening dear Chris. You are welcome my dear friend.

[Weeping willow]

Nicely expressed write, we all have many paths here but I believe we go to another plane within the universe of light ;-]

[Chris Shaw]

That is a lovely thought Weeping willow. Thank you for your review.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

yes, whether Prince or Pauper our ultimate fate is the same

[Chris Shaw]

Much truth in your words Dave. None of us escape the inevitable. Thank you.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

surprises me Chris .. such fatalism and loss of life in the Spirit .. for those who don't believe in the here after ... a romantic thread of life ... death ... The End. :{
;) E.

[Chris Shaw]

I am very much in the don’t knows but do care sort of position. I think it is much better to have a faith rather than not. What happens on earth makes me think we have our own hell here already. Thank you dear Mr E for reading this oldie.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

oh ... so agree ... our world is dark and has, at least here in the US, turned darker by the year ... such depravity lifted up as some kind of freedom .. and always .. the almighty dollar .. false idol that it is ... betrays us .. there is much certainty in the words of Jesus Christ my friend .. He is peculiar in that He is exclusive ... yet all accepting ... this world isn't on "our" terms after all .. is it? ;) very cool poem .. it ignites me soul and mind ..

[willweb]

Very whimsical and deep as thoughts go my friend. He writes of stained glass while you worship the sun but in the end, we all will meet at the same place, beneath the crust of the earth. So true too. It doesn't matter who we are or what we do or like...that is where we will be. really cool Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks will. An older write out for a breath of fresh sure. Pleased you checked it out.

read moreThanks will. An older write out for a breath of fresh sure. Pleased you checked it out.

Chris

[William Michael Reeves]

So is this reader. Happy muse, happy reader. If only our mortal remains could fertilize our salvation. What I see in the news about the condition of the crust is pretty scary. I do need to disagree on one point, you obviously have wisdom. I like the way five or six syllables creates a pace in this poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks for the visit Bill. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Nima.Hope]

"Life is our unique artistic stage
Everyone sings their song and leaves the stage
But the scene stands still"
We will turn to the dust, rich or poor, bad or good but the difference is that how we affected this cycle?
A good write Chris.
Have a beautiful day

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Nima, thank you for your very thoughtful review. All good wishes.

Chris

[Kim S.]

This one is truly amazing, i really enjoyed this

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Beckie.

Chris

[Stuart Munro]

Really enjoyed this Poem , I like he likes stained glass ect , and you like without wisdom the sun ect
Two different people can have close connections , invisible magnetic attraction ,maybe

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Stuart. Pleased you liked this poem. Your response appreciated and very true in my own experience.

Chris

[Robert Haigh]

Yes, we all must return to mother earth in the long run, Chris. I'm not being morbid here, but the older we get the more we ponder our own mortality, I find. At least we are all in it together, old or young... rich or poor... we shall all share a common final scene! On a more cheerful note, we can hopefully experience many fine moments and memories between our first days and our last. We all live different lives, with different experiences and often different beliefs, but there is real quality in life if we look for it. Your final stanza made me smile, with mixed feelings of sadness and joy! A lovely thought that the dust of our earthly remains will eventually be fine blended with others. All equal in death! A poem to ponder and enjoy!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Robert. I so appreciate the thoughts you have shared on my page today and thank you for stopping by to say hello.

Chris