On the Dunes
If there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea
If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
Forgive me; I shall straighten life a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.
By Sara Teasdale
I really do wonder about life after death. Is there such a thing? Are we simply crazy to even contemplate it? Is there a heaven? If so, do we get to sit on fluffy clouds and float around all day? In life, I usually like to know where I'm heading. It gives me peace. It provides comfort. Not so in this case. It makes me restless. Late on warm summer nights, I still stare off to the heavens and look for Stephen. I like to wonder.