as we pass along lifes path,
coasting towards the end
of what has been
and what has still to be,
will spiritual release, be granted to all,
or is our heritage to be just dust,
in a vacant eternity.
I have Walked in hope,
I have laughed and cried,
I have seen despair around me,
But there is always someone near,
some help in lifes dark mire
who fill the void with kindness,
Reawakening lifes cold embers,
into a warming fire
Searching for the why
looking for the way
the answer will be found, for sure,
but not I fear today.
lucky are those who live
and question not
Following others who know not
Having faith in a journey
Whose destination is not known
hoping to arrive at their spiritual home.
which prophet to follow,
So many to choose,
There's Christ and Mahommed,
and Abraham too,
Vishnu and Bhudda represent many,
Indeed India had more than any,
China has now, but only a few,
Ancient Pantheism once was rife
maybe that is the meaning of life.
keep looking, keep loving, keep living,
Death might be the only reward!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem