From the sea we all came
Into the Earth we will all go,
Life and death will be our claim
When our seeds nature did sow.
We will come upon the ground
Then in it we will be buried,
We all are either Heaven or Hell bound
When into the earth we are drugged or carried.
But, some will be set on fire
So, that they can return to the earth as dust,
They are placed in the breeze to the highest buyer
Then unto the wind they throw their final trust.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice, but is I do the ash in a flash cremation, ashes spread am I then recycled regeneration? 10+
as for me, I would prefer cremation, but it does not really matter, I am more interested in how to live than what happens to my dust after death; sorry to hear about your burns, my elder sister had a bad burn in young childhood also, keep in touch
I oldest brother was cremated, my dad wasn't. And when it's my time to go, I don't want to be cremated and the reason why, is when I was 5 years old I was 60 percent burnt in a house fire, I wont let fire win :) . Thank you for reading my poem :) Randy