Faith Poem by Paul Butters

Call it "Faith" or call it "Hope",
Whatever it is, it helps us cope.
Scientist say we live then die:
Death brings Nothing, no reason Why.
We're made of matter which doesn't last,
So soon we'll be a thing of the past.

Religions offer an afterlife,
With just reward for all our strife.
We hope there will be more than this:
A spiritual world, even heavenly bliss.

We pray those boffins are all wrong,
That God (or Whoever) will summon us with his gong.
Physical reality really sucks,
Even if you've lots of bucks.
Our common prayer I can't conceal:
That simply put,
THIS isn't REAL.