Two Little Dogs, One Big Shark, Mark Renz 1-239-368-3252
Discovery
(Photo and words by Mark Renz)
We are the one billionth shell on a beach
open
and waiting to be discovered
by a god
Who will place us on a mantle
to show visiting gods
the beauty of His creation
But knowing our real fate
may be a dusty shoebox in an attic
later sold with other shells for a nickel apiece
or left by the road for the garbage god
who will toss us
onto the heaping pile of humanity
It would be wonderful of course
if we could choose our collective fates
and if that choice led to a sweet and meaningful
unending journey
But knowing that 99 percent
of every animal or plant species
is now extinct
And knowing that somewhere in the Cosmos
one star may have collapsed in on itself
for every second of our measured time
and burned out
Simmering for another eternity
and taking with it
how many planets of intelligent life
how many billions of dreams
of hope
of culture
of all the evolutionary processes
that marked an infinite journey
rich in experiences
and now...Poof!
Gone forever
The beauty of reality
of truth
is knowing
even for a day
a minute
a second
That we held knowledge
in the palm of our hand
We are the one billionth shell on a beach