The Graveyard's Dilemma Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

So deep we dip our tongues in the bitter cold bowl of the afterlife
We taste not the sweet nectar of heaven
But the barren taste of the grave yard
We find ourselves looking at the dry bones of our memories
Laying deserted on the cold sands of the afterlife
Our life stories scattered on the face of uncertainty
Our tombstones unaware of all the dreams that we had
All our identities, achievements and expectations
Swallowed by the passage of time
Our belongings buried in the casket of past memories
Our joy and sorrow taken by the pages of history books
Our life stories, a graveyard's dilemma
Whether rich or poor
The graveyard cannot account for your life achievements
Our struggles under the sun are washed clean
Our bank accounts wiped clean by life's procedures
Covid-19 pandemic has taught us a lot
Not to stand on the pile of our material accomplishments
But to lean onto our families, friends and neighbours for comfort
We have to disrobe ourselves of the fear of death
And undress ourselves of the bitter stories of the afterlife
We have to embrace unconditional Love
And be one with God and each other
The graveyard is not a place for us
It is only a container for our human capsule
Let us learn to put on the garment of faith, hope and Love
And walk outside the perimeter of logic
Let our life stories be precursors to our afterlife stories
Let the dome of human wisdom be broken
And the wisdom of God be our apparel
Unconditional Love is the garment of God
Let the Grace of God lead us into the vessel of the eternal life

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