This, for those afraid of the grave–
and who among us isn’t?
(moldy, wet and dark with images of worms,
and creepy things)
But what of light, and breezes:
imagine the grave, up in the air—
a crystal-lined prism cut into the sky,
rectangular and brimming with brightness.
Up into this portal we are raised,
from which our souls emerge,
resplendent, on the other side.
Passing through this open door
we enter into the vastness
of our new home.
Perhaps this is so–
as we are lowered into the earth,
we are also lifted up,
through the crystal doorway.
Grave and doorway–
reflected about this life