Visit with Doctor

 Mortal Life

We sit upon a stool milking our sweet hope

Creaming, working, playing to open up and see

Some believe in the stable safe afterlife

To join God in heavenly pastures  eternally

Truth be told afterlife is of little worth

 For we shall be buried six feet underground

As soil becomes our caressing blanket

Melting into earth the cycle goes round & round

Death will turn our light to darkness

The unknown shall we see and be

Before Father and mother, who birthed

Created that little baby that was/is thee

May your adventure be like a book

Each page opening a continued light new

Learning as much diving flying into fathoms

Of our brown green earth to sky rainbow blue

Study mingle with all kinds of people

In our nation we can know a variety of folk

Around the world a panorama of all life

Each human kind wide culture do evoke

 learn the ideas, history, skills and crafts

Each day a treasure chest, open to be viewed

To live in kindly battle, seriously and true

Devour thankfully all kinds of nourishing food

The world is wide, round filled with creatures

Great and small, of deserts gold and dry

And land fertile up and down, high mountains

creatures that in our world crawl walk and fly

forests, tundra frozen and barren plain, 

waters far and wide stretch in oceans

rivers ponds lakes and streams

always, like us in flowing with emotion

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Remember always to open wide the arms

To grown good for humans of all kinds

For with respect and compassion

We open up our hearts and minds

Dance, explore, climb and succumb

To the wonders that will never cease

Yes, humans all you must accept and learn

To live, not in evil war, but in holy peace

WE are free when we all open doorways

 in what we call loving hearts, our minds

never close yourself to one another

there as sister, brother, child you’ll find

Chirp, warble, bellow, sing like a bird

gobble, bark, moo, hiss, squeak or purr

yodel, sing, chant, solo or in chorus

listen, sonnets all emotional sounds occur

theres are so many songs to know

in talk, as well as tune, so listen

everyone, all their songs are part

of the fabric of life, solemn or they glisten

Learning life and loving are indeed

the rewards of our mortality

so learn at last, be fools of hate no more

of all our strengths and frailties

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Another poem written in the Waiting Room

for my Doctor to come forth ©j.m. frase-white 20 March 2025