As I walk I suddenly think that the trees and houses of Mishmar Ha- Am street <br />Will be here <br />When I no longer am- <br /> <br />But then I wonder <br />When it will come for them? <br />Twenty years? Fifty? a million? ten million? A trillion? More? <br />Eventually inevitably it will come- <br /> <br />All things come to an end even non- living ones - <br /> <br />All will end <br />All will die- <br /> <br />One day the light will not shine on our earth <br />And one day too the sun itself will be a different darkness <br />And beyond that all we can know and dream- <br /> <br />Death is the master and will end all- <br />How I can contend then with the sorrow of this? <br /> I do not know- <br /> <br />God Alone may know how to contend with it- <br />But then God must know what no one and nothing else does <br />How to never let the Ending come.<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-be-here-when-i-no-longer-am/
