How few of we mere mortals understand
That every star we see a sun may be
To planets in that distant wonderland
Where few may now sustain life such as we.
Should that be so a million other stars
Within our galaxy and far beyond
May thus attest to lack of any bars
To life like ours within our little pond.
But though such other beings may be there
We may not know them nor they know of us:
We live not long enough to travel there,
With even radio we can't discuss.
I only do conceive our spirits may
Be 'posted' there one glorious future day.
Every world has its own postings. This is the rule of God. for all our deeds(good or bad) committed in this life, the balance carried forward decides the next birth in any form but only in this world. A good imagination. Thanks
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glorious future day, good write, thanks.