I do not pretend, to know the truth,
Anymore than you…or the sun…or the moon,
Proving nothing short of ignorance otherwise.
What I do know, is that death is inevitable;
Whether life be a second, a minute or decades,
Of this I am certain.
Just as I am certain of my origin;
Beyond progeny…beyond paternity,
My essence existed before that of this earthly vessel,
And will certainly continue beyond it’s worldly demise,
Our human science has assured.
I am, however steeped in uncertainty,
Uncertain of what lay in wait after this finite adventure.
Will I be swallowed by consuming blackness,
Drifting endlessly…disjointedly into nothingness?
Will I be welcomed at Heaven’s pearled gates,
Greeted with open arms into a paradise?
Maybe Hell hath set it’s sights on my mortal soul,
Repaying me for the sinful life I’ve led?
Or will my soul join with others
To live once again,
In the vessel of another of the newly-born?
These all, are questions of faith,
Your faith…my faith,
Questions for which I have no answers.
After a lifetime of curious inquiry,
I hold no greater insight into the afterlife,
Than were so endowed in me at my birth.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~