Sunday - Poem....

From Dust To Dust.... We all still grow, even after we die we do not stop growing after being buried our body is still breathing gasses cannot be heard and are invisible constantly coming out all the time unseen and unheard after so many years oft the coffin would be opened be not shocked or surprised the bones remain silent our descendants would see only dust and nothing but dust no more love, life, wealth, happiness, sorrow, they all see that day which we always call TOMORROW these remnants are just one dry dusty whole while the souls are in heaven or not they are on their last spot As Jesus said once…. gather nothing, since you are born with nothing, do not gain wealth, when you die, you cannot take with, all the wealth you possess, it will only cause much stress born with not a thing die with nothing you came from dust you go back into dust.... SUNDAY, the 31st of MARCH 2019 - ....Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God Who gave it.— Ecclesiastes 12: 7, KJV