The Last Snowflake

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Will we know when the last snowflake falls?

Will we know when the last songbird sings?

When the last squirrel discovers the last acorn?

When the last bullfrog belches its final love song

to a dark reflection of itself in a polluted puddle?

When neither the chicken nor the egg remains?

 When possums aren’t playing dead?

 Will we notice when bees cease to buzz?

When the blaze of green, red, blue, and purple spring becomes brown and burnt sienna?

 Will we care?

Will our descendants live in Hobbit homes covered by decimated dirt

buried beneath Earth’s burned skin afraid to walk freely in the sun?

Will we burrow our way through Earth’s drying corpse,

seeking some sort of subsistence in our celestial victim’s body?

 Will all creatures great and small exist only on museum walls?

 Will we know when the last human dies?

Will Earth sigh with relief

or like Romeo and Juliet

 star-crossed

will long-suffering Earth make one last arid exhalation

joining us in extinction

leaving only ash and dust

commingled

 in Memoriam.

Will God weep?

Send angels to carry us to eternal sleep?

Or will God turn away

go somewhere else to play

with no one left to pray for a better day?

 Will we know when the last memory fades to gray?

 Will there be anyone left to say

Remember when?

 

Remember when the last snowflake fell?

 

Remember?

Mourn-ing: Sorrowing or Lamentation

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It can be jarring to come home from a funeral service.
Eyes dry and burning
from endless weeping

and hear children playing outside.

Sitting inside the closed tomb of my house
I throw open the windows
to let their joy and laughter

come inside

To fill the newly empty place
inside me
with

Hope.

In the midst of life
is death.

In the midst of death
is life.

Breathe

in and out

Creation’s song
of life.

“The spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me; he has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed, to bind up the brokenhearted…to comfort all who mourn…to give them a garland instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning…” 

(ex. Isaiah 61: 1 – 3)