Saturday, May 10, 2014

Beyond Death - Poem

Tomorrow's procrastinations will have to wait,
Better decisions have come too late.
Gone before the priest could give last rites,
In darkness now he consorts with vagrant sprites.

Beyond death how he wishes he could go back in time,
Before the church bell rang its mournful chime.
When tears of anguish had not yet sprung –
Long ago when still hopeful and young.

In death he sees what life blinded him to –
Given another chance, he’d reincarnate with integrity and virtue.
He would love, serve, abstain, give gratitude and pray,
With faith he would walk in awe of each and every day.

But chances for redemption ended with death's last rattle,
No more will angels defend his soul in spiritual battle.
Their swords defeated by greed, hate and lust,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

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