Ecopoem

My molecules are not my own.

My atoms are but out on loan.

What you see of me is a shell

that carries me now while I dwell

where God made my spirit from naught.

My body is part, as I’ve taught,

of a cycle designed to feed

each part with its dependent need.

I'll give that body back to Earth,

my spirit to a greater Worth,

and to you I'll leave all that's left.

If, after that, you feel bereft,

perhaps you'll read my poetry.

Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II

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