Energy is never lost

The man’s mind meanders one morning.

He thinks, as time ticks, my life’s hourglass

is getting pretty small on the top half and,

although I don’t believe in God, Jesus or Allah,

There must be something, some meaning to this.

The man’s soul sits silently behind the mind

and softly whispers what the man needs to hear

Energy is never lost, my friend, do you know

That I chose you before you were born, to

be my home for a while, and that, when your body dies,

We’ll move on, because there is more to learn and

discover, in another vessel, time and place.

Now let’s get on with our day.