The Cremation As I watched my dog being taken to the fire, I closed my eyes, imagining his soul being transformed, his past ending, a future…
— amethystmagazine.org/2019/10/18/the-cremation-a-poem-by-mark-tulin/
The Cremation – a poem by Mark Tulin
As I watched my dog
being taken to the fire,
I closed my eyes
imagining his soul
being transformed,
his past ending, a future beginning,
a pile of remains on the hot oven floor.
His charred bones
sanctified by the burning flames,
a spirit floating out in space,
vulnerable in the vast universe,
infinite and everlasting.
Crow On The Wire 
This is a wonderful post. I share your thoughts about the passing on of those of other species in our lives.
I can see that, Anne. 🐴🐴
The way your depicted the vulnerable spirit of your dog in the vast cosmos – that pulls at me. I have always had dogs since I was a little girl – when they pass – similar to beloved humans – I feel their presence by my side, their energy continues to follow me – for a little while, a couple of weeks and then it fades. Maybe they’re just not sure how to move on or not quite ready. Lovely poem.
Appreciate your feedback and experiences. When I left Philadelphia for California a few years ago, my biggest regret was letting go of my cat and later hearing that he had died. I’ll always have a place for my pets in my heart.
Oh how sweet! I’d love to think of my family’s past dogs with spirits. I think of Rags, Brownie, Ali and Chloe. They deserve to live in bliss after being in this world as well. I’ve had their pictures on my desktop this week! Thank you for the beautiful thoughts, Mark.
you’re welcome.
Congratulations on getting published in Amethyst Review, Mark!
Thank you, Susi. 🙂
You’re welcome! 🙂