A better place to be.

Maybe one never dies. But lives forever. In one form or another. Transcending and ascending. To a grandstand in the sky. A spirit. A spectator. Watching. As an observer of human life.  From above. This weird planet Earth.  Wondering. If that’s where the original creator sits. Taking in the daily melodrama. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Or to applaud or boo. Of course, I also want the option. To leave the grandstand. For a peek of happenings in other worlds. Far out in the infinite cosmos. Thereby, losing my desire to return to Earth.  Having found a better place to be. --Jim Broede