Spindle for A Globe
I found a spindle that held a globe.
It looked eerily like a scythe.
The angel of death has us in his hold
As we take this earthly ride,
And while this world continues to spin;
As it curves around the bend . . .
Just when we think it’s time to begin,
It’s coming to an end!
But all I have now is the spindle,
And I don’t know where the globe has gone,
And with that, my hope is re-kindled,
Because the earth keeps rolling on.
Our mortality has all of us caught.
We can’t keep what we hold in our minds,
But it hasn’t taken away the thought
There is something yet to find!
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