The Promise Is Clear Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not doubt it
the promise is clear
he said it
do not doubt it
he said it long, long years ago
when ears were deaf
when eyes were blind
do not doubt it

you shall live forever
but you must first
die

to yourself, you must bury
your ego
under the soil
of your unbelief
the coffin of
emptiness
you must first stay
and then
after the mourning
you rise
as smoke
from a fire
that consumes
itself
until they see
not a trace
of you