Life From Death Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

The road to the future is painted with blood.
It has always been this way.
In death new life always finds it's way through
As the seeds of an oak tree will do.

A soldier spills blood to give new life
To a nation, a people, a cause.
But in his own brave passing
Life from death always gives a pause.

The seeds of life always die and decay
To sprout new life in the soil.
A butterfly emerges new life from a shell
After hardship and death and toil.

Every person alive in the world today
Will sometime pass away.
But when that occurs new life is born.
Eternity begins on that day!