Cry,
but do not quake.

In the end,
we are droplets
dripping into the same sea.
Spirit to spirit,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
Light takes flight,
and dark sloughs off
until the next spark,
the next miraculous burn,
the next colorful comet.
But we, our incandescence done,
commune with the Maker,
our forever Father,
who,
surrounding time and space,
completely
cradles us all.

Splash strong into the starry surf,
along with all who, once tasting life,
swim together in spirit,
that great school of souls
circling the One
who shapes and holds
and makes all things new.