Bruce Mundhenke- A Poem

First and Last

Have you heard the wind blow,
Or listened to falling rain,
Have you known the solitude
Of walking a country lane.

Have you seen the stars shine
As you look at the sky at night.
Do you know which ones still burn,
Or which are only light?

Have you touched those things around you,
And felt that they were real,
Yet knew them transitory things
In spite of how you feel.

Stars are born and stars will die,
People come and go.
Everything will pass away,
We all know this is so.

Only the Spirit is forever,
All things must surely pass,
Even so, the Spirit will gather,
The First and with the Last.