The ball keeps rolling
Curbs may redirect
Rocks may set it bouncing
Grass may slow it down
But the ball keeps rolling
But not me
Someday I’ll stop rolling
This plane may free fall
My heart may miss a step
Or my brain may reboot
And I will be no longer
But the ball keeps rolling
Long after I am gone
Wonderful comfort I see
There is life is after death
Even if there is no me
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Assurances”)
Life Immense 