these are all the things I feel.
I'm living with the notion
that I may never see you again.
No one knows when the kingdom gates
no one knows what will happen if they do,
or what's behind them.
You can paint a portrait all you want
in your mind
of what you perceive 'heaven' as
but it will vary
person to person;
my question is:
are we just organic matter?
Just dust once we die?
Do we start off as flesh shaped from
the clay of the Earth
as they say
did God shape us in his hands
and then place us in the womb
of our mothers?
Did God create the first man?
Did our knowledge
throughout the duration
of our lifetime
become gleaned from everyday experience?
Or did we learn everything
as it is to be believed
from the word and mouth of our parents?
Once our bodies reach their limits,
succumbing to illness or even old age,
ground to fine sand-like ash,
or buried six feet under in a casket,
do our lives, our souls wander into
a different realm?
Or are we trapped in limbo forever?
Unable to find our way back
to where we Belong?
I would hope we exist- somewhere...
or is that merely wishful thinking?
Is that the comfort of my faith
moving me forward?
Or is it just possible
that I cling to the hope
you're still holding on
and dwelling in Heaven
because I can't let go?
Only I know the answer