Poem form Cashel: Tales my mother told me

As hatchling turtles rush toward the sea,

Without consideration of their birth,

Uncertain of our final destiny

We swim like salmon forward ‘cross the earth.

We’re programmed to evolve in passing time

Responding to the stimuli received;

No part of some intelligent design,

Life is as Evolution has conceived.

We leave behind us everything we’ve done.

Ahead is the unknowable unknown

The better part of life has often gone

Before we understand we’re all alone.

Our dreaded End – that’s but another shore;

From Death new Life adventures forth once more.



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