Falling Star

A falling star,
Shot through the sky.
I held my hands,
And wondered why.

Why did it fall,
From stationed rights.
And come to earth,
From yonder heights.

Just homeward bound,
The rod to share.
With future existence,
All finished there.

So true...with man,
Who leaves the body here.
And puts the soul in flight,
To reach another sphere.


E.P. 1908 - 1989



Do

Just stop a bit and ponder,
Amid your pomp and style.
To check a little on your-self,
For just a little while.

E.P.