Our Life As Stars Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Is it that, as we live, we burn like stars?
That in our deepest hearts, emotions
Are transformed into new elements
By the furnaces of hatred and love?

That starting simply with the commonplace
Living may progress the transmutation
Of stuff into the heavier rarities
Of understanding and compassion

That at our death - at the burning out -
New elements may be brought to alchemy
From the crucible of good and evil
That constitutes and represents our life?

And that those traces of ethereal dust
Be then cast out to seed the universe?