Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Modern Immortality

on March 2, 2017

Today as I went out the door
A friend of mine was coming in.
She pushed a cart filled with lush plants
And plush throw-pillow rainbow-hued.
She told me a friend who died left word
For her to choose some things
To keep as cherished memories.

The green house plants would live for years
The pillow soft would comfort her
But one more thing, my friend told me,
Will indeed outlive us both.
I have the emails that we shared.
There is new immortality
Promised us by cyber space.

Thanks to Enid for inspiration

14 responses to “Modern Immortality

  1. Eileen says:

    Yes! And Facebook photos.

  2. Thought for half a second the last line was part of the poem…
    This was lovely πŸ™‚

  3. Lovely Ina to think of the memories these things will bring that will go on for years to come.

  4. Dale says:


  5. hbsuefred says:

    As long as we have the storage space! Kind of like the other objects you describe, too, isn’t it?

  6. I of July says:

    So earnest. This one really resonated.

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