A beautiful view of our life, through an entirely different perspective |
WHAT IF THERE NEVER WAS A HEAVEN? I often wonder why, so many good souls, embrace a religious belief, that creates such human grief? You say it isn’t the mind that drives but your faith that gives the lead, and no matter the mind’s illogic, your God gave you that belief? and left the others faithless knowing the hell that brings? You say you’re a Muslim and were taught to believe, there were two sides to life, your loving god, and the devil he fights, and when they were murdered you knew it was the devil’s side, and now you live for god’s revenge exploding those on the other side? Nothing like that, did you say? You’re not a Muslim but a Christian and believe in the holy script, written by the hand of God, through the messengers he picked? But there are hundreds of those scripts claiming gifted intervention. Was that explained to you prior to your confirmation? And what particular sorting power makes your’s the only one, when every one that believes in their’s says their’s is the only one? Do you ever stop to wonder why so many options? Do you ever wonder how its possible that perhaps a 1000 religions are claiming your’s implausible? Not an issue if its harmless, for that belief is their’s to have, so what’s the issue and why this poem, if that’s their right to bear? So let’s review the simple things Like ending up, ‘up there’. Why was it better to believe, loved ones go to heaven, knowing the torture they’d be gone forever, and left us crying at their grave? What if--- What if what we believe is only steeped in the reality of what we see and what we feel, and build our belief on that? But what despair could be worse than knowing our life will completely end on earth? And given life so hard to bear why believe in such despair? For what reason would one wish, to believe in anything that kills the only hope that would justify our life? What if---- What if all those souls, we thought heaven sent, were actually here, and with us now? What if those souls never died but joined other souls instead? How nice to think that when she died my mother stayed right here, in my soul and at my side. And if that were true, why not me? How nice it’d be to be with each of you leaving behind the residue of what you liked best about me. What if souls were as ethereal as we’ve come to believe, and simply broke into the pieces that we most admired then clung to our souls when their body departed? Since belief is required to become so inspired, then why can’t our souls finally come to rest with those special few, we loved the best? It seems to me, so easy to believe, all those I loved, will leave with me, what I loved best about them. And should this be true I shall do the same, as I choose to believe, those so passed have done for me. |