What Looks Back at Me?
By
Ross Dix-Peek
My eyes do heavenward fly
To rest upon a celestial sky
And then do thoughtful ponder
As to what may lie yonder
While I upon this temporal orb do stand
Just a mere speck among a sea of sand
What is it I would beyond the stars could but see?
And what could be looking back at me?
Ah, what lies beyond this supernal curtain?
Well, no man can be certain
But could it be thee, O’ Creator?
Or just another me on some planet backwater
Does there beyond this ocean of stars
A being stand who the same question asks
And who also does but wonder
If the worlds beyond be better
And when we both our mortal cloaks do shed
And when we both be stone cold dead
Will our lonely souls then nowhere go
Or just amidst cosmic nothingness flow
No, I prefer to believe
That the bright pulsing stars I perceive
Be the welcoming eyes of my loving God
Whose arms there for me will be when I life have shod!
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