A man of substance
Material success
Property
And market
And value
That is
Finite

The temporary man
Contemporary
Con tempting
To get me
To join
His
Cir
Cus

I said
No
Thank you
I’m in the business
Of building memories
That take you back
And pull us forward

I don’t want to just
Live
In the now
I want to guide
My kids
To tomorrow

Looking in a mirror
An old man said
Son
Build you a house
Not made of glass
Or material things
Or words we speak

Your house
Should consist of
Smiling baby boys and girls
A grateful and happy couple
And memories
That will transport your future
To a world of unknown luxury
Not found in false wealth or spoil
But of the soul
That is heavy
Too heavy for some
Maybe

So that
Your story can be told
To your great grand children
And they may know
They are a part of you
And that they shall
Always be loved
With kisses and smiles
And hugs
From great grand pa pa

Unconditionally
From someone
Who thought of them
And smiled of joy
Long before the seed was sewn
The fruits could be harvested
Or trees could be planted
For shade to be enjoyed

In happy baby smiles
We pay it forward
For the human tree of life
Is the only story known
To carry on after we die
Let my memory be enjoyed
So that it may live on

Or rather
May I know
That my joy
Shall be found
On the faces
Of bouncing baby boys
And baby girls
In a world
Descended of me

And that I may know
That they are okay
And that will be my forever
Or the closest thing
That I’ll ever get to having it

And honestly
I’m okay with that

Stories of gods
And heavens not needed
For life is what you make it
And please know that
I hope for your tomorrow too

These are
Atheist dreams
Theism being a thing
Of cloth and material substance
Science being the record of truth
Pushing us forward into tomorrow

Inspired by
Genealogical
Archived
Records
The world of
The word
Of
God
Or the closest thing to it

Call it
Divine
Introspection
Investigating
And inspecting
Tomorrow
For the gadget known as
Forever
The after life
Life

Right…
Wait
What?
Write.