The Wake

I wish sometimes, just sometimes but still,
that I could erase it all.
Take this scrap piece of paper with
this drawing of a world upon it and crumple it in a ball.
Then start fresh with a new piece of land and a new drawing tool.
Where all our children will be numerous and beautiful,
the faults of the old world never appearing in them.
We will love all of them with all we have
and they will love us and each other.
There won’t be piercing loss
and the threat of loss won’t rear its ugly head.
Deaths will consist of joyous dances with
flowered robes and beautiful smells.
We will not mourn their passing but we will laugh
with them and remember with them to the very end.
Each hand of the dying will hold the hand of a loved one.
And we will warm their passing with our smiles
and the light reflecting off the few tears glistening in our eyes.
We’ll have the wisdom to realize that
God would not create us all so different
if he intended for us all to be the same.
Everything will be gentler because
beneath it all will be a strong foundation of unconditional love.
Friendships will have no expiration date.
There will be wanting.
There will be no greed.
We will all hope, all endure, and all save
each other together.