12-A Sketch

We do not know where we came from or where we will go when we die. Sometimes we think we live our lives like the firefly, illuminating some small part of the world, briefly flying, then returning to the earth so that something else may live.

Other times we think there may be more. But this will always remain a mystery. We know nothing about the beginning of time or its end, nothing about heaven or an afterlife. We can only draw upon our imagination and agree with Emily Dickinson:

My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is
a large blue sky, and larger than the
biggest I have seen in June - and in
it are my friends - every one of them.

Love is Stronger than Death

Arthur Dobrin

Copyright 1986 by Arthur Dobrin