The Humbling and Other Poems

by Robert J. Tiess

Let earthquakes rage and rivers rush, volcanoes blaze and comets crush. Let stars – all time – go disappear. My love for you would still be here.

forgive them quickly, pray they learn.

I pray you find a spot as sweet to meditate, feel more complete, then breathe until you decompress and savor nature, free of stress – how nature, I think, means to be:

Where others dwell on my demise, I’ll cast my ashes then arise.

Too soon my son you'll join them there with paws and claws, your awesome stare while I will watch from near or far proud of the tiger that you are.