Faith

Faith Life and Death are two rooms in one house Life is the open room Death is the closed room An atheist thinks this room is empty There is nothing in it He can’t see anything He can’t hear anything It must be empty - We die in the open room. A believer thinks there’s something inside Maybe a flicker of light Maybe a rustle of something Just because it’s locked It doesn’t mean it’s empty He knocks and thinks he might be heard He speaks and thinks he hears a whisper Is it for him? Is it for me? Maybe a mistake Who knows? But I believe that when the door is finally unlocked The first room will close We will live in the new open room 16.10.14