What lies beyond we do not know.
Deaths portal opens, we pass through,
no one returns though many go.
Most are convinced that this is true.
Though priest of all regions teach
that paradise is within our reach.
If only for the favoured few
who do as the priests tell them to.
The gardens where the waters flow
are where the devout Muslims go.
The Christians have a different tale
for their devout who do not fail.
We are brain washed in early youth
with different versions of the truth.
All men are prone to self deceive
and free to choose what they believe.
I just accept I do not know
and will not 'til it’s time to go
through that portal perhaps to find.
Heaven and Hell are states of mind.
Paradise or purgatory
are merely stories told by men.
Belief is not obligatory.
Perchance you need to think again.
Great poem, yes none of us truly know what happens when it's our time to go.. ivor a ten for you my friend...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Food for thought there Ivor! For all to find out one day! excellent write! ! ! ! *10*! Thad