What happens upon our last breath

The older I get, the more I see that the grave is deft

All I can hold is the moment and my memories

So I take pictures on occasion to capture these

Me and my dog on the coast

Frolicking in the waves

I take it all in, most of the time I don’t bring a camera

The older I get, the more that time runs thin

Death always craves

The great outdoors is my cabana

There’s numbers to our adventures, our fun, our days

What happens when the tide goes out

Where’s it go

When animals lie down is it for good

Is the death bed really a thing

Wouldn’t we all live forever if we could

What kind of Creator could be so mean

Or is that the wrong way of looking at it

Why is eternity in my heart

Thinking about death is my habit

You long for eternity too, I bet

Don’t hold your breath because you can’t save it

Aren’t we more than carbon

And dogs are angels – that’s an understatement

Look at the grand lot we’re given

I think death as we know it is just an embankment

The tide’s going somewhere

There’s spirit in the air

Why am I even thinking about this

Does that alone not point to something

I hear the water coming

So much seems out of whack

It’s so beautiful here

Let justice come near

Let resurrection triumph

Of this I’m confident: I and all the dogs and all the departed will be back