Some time ago, I sat upon a balcony, just staring on
My mind, my thoughts, my very soul, sat wondering where it all goes
I pondered whether, when we die, the scrolls are true, or just a lie
And as I sat there, lost in thought, a child came, a book he’d brought
Sitting down right next to me, he looked me in the eye, said “see?”
“Can’t you tell that he’s up there, and wants to free you from despair?”
Softly smirking, to he I said “my child, so many things I’ve read”
“Allah, Buddha, Krishna too; the testaments, both old and new”
Sadly sighing, this boy looked down and shedding tears, began to frown
“But mister,” this boy said to me, “our souls live for eternity”
“And if you doubt this, so I’m told, you’re cast aside ‘till time grows old”
I paused a moment, listening, and thought back to my christening
“Listen, son, for Matthew says, seek the kingdom; righteousness”
“The truth is all I want to know; to gaze upon a clear window”
“Do not let past transgressions rule, do not let dogma play the fool”
And then, with one last final breath, I said to him: “Do not fear death.”
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