Transitionc Trust Hope Belief Poem by Mary Mc Creath

I have to Trust, Hope
and Believe,
In what?

What the caterpillar believed in
as it spun its cocoon
before becoming a butterfly.

What the star believed in
as it shrank to less than a pinpoint,
before exploding into a supernova.

What a galaxy believed in
as its form is captured by a
larger galaxy and it is torn apart,
to become something larger than itself.

What a singularity believed in
as it exploded into being
expanding into another universe.

What a person believes in
as she draws her last breath,
and is no longer present,
to their physical form.

What Christ believed in
when he spoke to his disciples
at the last supper
about the place
he was going to that they
could not come to now.