Somewhere in the cosmos
There has to be a presence,
Whether it be God or only alien,
Someone or place in the now.
Maybe some day I hope I'll know,
What's in this space I live,
Among the many planets and stars,
Within the darkness of it all.
I wonder if I'll ever see
What is out there beyond,
But not before I live,
This life I've been blessed.
I do not want to see the end
Of this world before I go "home".
I could not behold such horror,
Nor could I even cope.
It is too much to even think
Of such a thing happening.
I'd rather stay cloistered
Within my little corner.
If God decides to extend existence
I would be most aglee,
For I have things yet to see and do,
That I've not seen nor done before.
If I do not get to experience
These things in my life time,
I pray my children will live
To see and do what I could not.
If that time does happen
I hope they remember me,
And think how I would enjoy
Their pleasures of what they do.
I any case and circumstance,
It is one of my prayers;
That God spare myself
And all my children.
I pray that He listens
And grant every wish;
Of letting this world continue
AT least another millennium or more.
So remember me my children
When you do something good.
Write it down and send me a letter
To commemorate your travels too.
Take a picture to let me also see
The joy on your faces
So that I will smile,
And remember you too.
by Jann Newland
©Jun 2010
