Book Of Job – Chapter 3, Verse 17 Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

I awoke today tired in the eye-lids,
With the thought flashing at me,
‘Eternal rest’, I’ll get when, I asked.

The idea stopped me short, made me think -
Sounds strange for Indian and Christian:
Contradicts punar-janmam and resurrection?

Regardless, I have requested my wife
To play the music of full Requiem
For people to hear, and see my dead body!

Eternal rest sounds grand, peaceful, beautiful:
There the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest. Hallelujah!