Brevity.

Standing on the edge,

So self-righteous;

Fate is just a thread of hope,

So self-centered;

The world does not belong to you.

 

I cannot decide if we are temporary,

Just bubbles from God’s wand,

Beautiful and perfect for a moment

Until we’re gone.

Particulate matter and grains of sand;

Are we just dust to God?

Perhaps we are eternal -

Everlasting evergreens,

Redwood forests,

Or the sea.

Inevitably,

We’ll be cut down one day,

Or freeze to ice,

Or boil over

In the heat of the exploding stars

That are our hearts.

 

Life does not last;

Only a fool could expect it to.

Author's Note

Such a skeptic...