When Death Was Free To Roam The World
When Death was free to roam the world,
unconstrained by science and medicine,
when doctors were mostly showmen,
and priests held the final word, then...
then people believed in God and in
heaven's bliss and hell's torments.
We moderns think that quaint now,
as we look back, we so much wiser,
battling microbe killers while our
instruments poke the universe, our
knowledge galloping ever faster till
now we think death is the end, there
will be no more, and angels are left
only in those obsolete shelters that
house illusions of a sad dead deity.
'Be thee so sure?" an ancient prophet
might ask-- for if you are wrong in
the measuring, in the weighing of
this world, then what world might
await you when body/ brain expire
and you find something still exists,
an imperishable mind, one far beyond
our mortal understanding clipped
by our senses and our feeble fears?
Copyright © len carber | Year Posted 2016