In afterlife will I see the King
with outstretched arms to me
Or will I sail a ship alone
across tawny sands of memories
Will my eyes see colors differently
Will I know the secrets of the sages
or will it be but dark and dark and dark
in silence, endlessly
Will all awareness die away
or will I see my parents waiting
and will they forgive my many sins
that they'll then know I have committed
Will there be a feast of love and kindness
Will all aches and pains and heartaches melt away
and hatred be a myth of Earth
Will sun shine through my soul each day
Will I remember only the good
I'd done when in my body still
and have no regrets to carry forth
only pride at those I've helped or held
Will I soar across the cloudless sky
with wings, or arms held out to spin and dive
Or will my afterlife be a gauzy doorway to
a new beginning as yet another newborn child
Really a poignant work of art set aside for sober reflection. An insightful creation written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing, Jenny.
Thank you, Joelle! I wrote this after my mother passed away. I wondered if she was given an awareness that included seeing the things I had done, thought, felt throughout my life, and if she was given an understanding of my motivations and fears. And I wondered if when I pass will I be burdened by my thoughts, words and deeds for eternity, or if there is a blanket thrown over the bad and sad of our human existence so that only the good remains with us.
Will my eyes see colors differently Will I know the secrets of the sages or will it be but dark and dark and dark in silence, endlessly! A soul-stirring poem, so well penned. Hearty Congratulations Jenny!
An awesome poem. Very intriguing and thought provoking about afterlife. .Is it really a " new beginning as yet another newborn child" . I do hope so. Congrats for POD and thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Will I soar across the cloudless sky with wings, or arms held out to spin and dive Or will my afterlife be a gauzy doorway to a new beginning as yet another newborn child.. praise you dear poetess Jenny for the selection of the wonderful graphic. This theme is now more than ever actual with corona deaths in the world. love. this poem. it touches the core. tony
Thank you for your kind words! Keep safe. Stay well. - Jenny