We are but finite crumbs
of the eternal bread
baked before time
striving to regoin
our fellow brothers
to make the loaf
whole again
We are but drops of rain
falling from the sky
evaporating into nothingness
only to find ourselves
a part of the cloud
once again
All that lives will die
all that is will cease to exist
for of ash we are made
and into ash we will crumble
for there is nothing eternal
but the bread we are from
