How Can We Believe
Body dies, soul lives on
For whom then do we grieve
If we could see, ignorance shorn
What new scripts would we then weave
(Contest inquiry)
But Jesus cried out again with a loud voice and gave up his spirit. Suddenly, the curtain of the sanctuary was torn in two from top to bottom, the earth quaked and the rocks were split. (Saints came from their tombs and appeared to many (paraphrase))
Matthew 27:50-53 CSB
HOW CAN WE BELIEVE
The unknown:
does it fill up the empty space?
Are souls inhabiting
the air we breathe?
Pinballs bouncing off walls…
What if we suddenly heard
the curtain ripped
top to bottom
and found out for sure
life exists?
Would we think we were dead too?
Would we believe our eyes
or think ourselves mad?
If all the dead arose
would we propose a war
to find out who controls
the earth? We must decide:
choose hell on earth or
look to heaven. How
can we believe
with these full-capacity minds
that we do not exist
beyond the strike of death?
What arrogant fools
we are
to think that we are nothing
at all, made by chance!
Oft in agony, our grief
wonders, first, of an afterlife
then is there a system
to getting in - can we beat it,
mock it, ignore it…
Even if
it is a gift
do we prefer
to disparage it?
If we saw our loved ones
in heaven…in hell
what would we do?
Our lives, torn asunder…
Would we want to join them
down under…
or surely escape the firepit?
With nonexistence off the table
would we turn…at last…to God?
4/1/2023
Death of a loved one
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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