How can you think
That you die like a bug, or a rat
That it's over, just like that?
So what becomes
Of your personality?
Does it simply cease to be?
Why are you here?
To exist, with a pointless end
Of the years on earth you spend?
Are you so sure
There is just what meets the eye
And then one day, you'll die?
How meaningless
And bleak is the scene you portray
And it's really not that way
I pray for you
That your blind eyes soon will see
Little rays of eternity
And you will glimpse
Your purpose, truth, and light
That will end your darkest night.
Beautifully said and done! You give the skeptic, the non-believer 'Little rays of eternity' that are certainly better than none. Hope is never overdone. Thank you for this wonderful poetic gift.
Thank you Sandra, as always, for caring enough to read and to provide positive feedback and re-enforcement. I don't know how you find the time to do all the things you do!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I pray for you That your blind eyes soon will see Little rays of eternity.very fine poem getting into the mind and thoughts of the blind. love it. tony
Thank you so much, Dr. Tony Brahmin! : -)