This is not meant to be a dark post and no one has died causing a prompt. I was sitting editing my book and started to think on some of the burning questions of the day. One question which mankind has been asking ever since crawling out of the swamp, “is this all there is?” So here is the same question but adding in the subtle ritual that we have come to know so well. Hope you like it.

 

Thoughts When Someone Dies by John W. Howell ©2013

 

When people pass from the living to non,

To comfort ourselves we have ways.

We meet to talk about the one not there,

And convince ourselves of a life well lived.

 

It is not enough to simply believe,

That the time on Earth is all there is.

We talk of the soul as if it is real,

And feel it is with us as we talk.

 

We implore that the spirit will gently slip,

To eternal rest for well-earned peace.

We believe a higher purpose is in store,

By Subscribing to a more righteous plan.

 

We pause and consider destiny as,

More than just living on this Earth.

Is it? You ask with hopeful eyes,

No one knows how to answer you.