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
Copyright © Charles Barry | Year Posted 2020
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