Where do we go from here

Have you dared ask where

Are we destined to be dust

Is this our inheritance

Or is there a place of respite

Where we rest

Where without the cloak

of our mortal soul

we are naked and transparent

There is nothing to hide

We are transient

Our goal:  To be free


© Norma a Bobb-Semple 2016

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