I noticed many years ago a fascinating thing
That planting seeds produced a plant
just like the one’s last year.
One small kernel it would seem produced a mighty stalk of corn
The stalk in turn produced an ear
Then died without a tear.
The kernels on that ear of corn were destined for the same.
The cycle would repeat itself
unless we’d interfere
Somethings will take much longer though the acorn will attest
The same result we do expect
an oak tree to appear
With animals it is the same as babies come in droves
We think they’re cute and cuddly too
Their presence we do cheer
While humans think the cycle has a much more deep intent
We do applaud the birth of each
And death is what we fear
The carnal form assumes a role extended until death
And even then we morn the loss
Of something we thought dear
I learned so many years ago the carnal form’s not it
It is the soul we have inside
Of that I am quite clear
The carnal form a vehicle, the soul is deep inside
The carnal form will be short lived
The soul we should revere
The continuity we seek which wells from deep inside
has not a carnal form
where is this ‘end’ we fear
The madding crowd is quite confused so be the first to know
since life you can not kill
stop counting by the year.
© Dr. Jon C. Fulfs – January 1997
[Part of book in progress entitled ‘The Eagle Within’]