First my father was gone
Then my brother.
Now my mother has left.
What am I to think?
How am I to feel?
"Is there any point, any reason?" I asked.
Then I met a man
His name was despair.
"Death is dark," he said.
"Death is cold," he said.
"Death is to be feared." he said.
"Death is the end," he said.
"Follow me," he said.
"if you want to win."
"Win what?" I asked.
"Pleasure," he replied.
"Follow me," he said.
"if you want the best."
"What is the best?" I asked.
"To be first," he replied.
First my father was gone
Then my brother.
Now my mother has left.
What am I to think?
How am I to feel?
"Is there any point, any reason?" I asked.
Then I met a man
His name was hope.
"Death is neither dark nor light," he said.
"Death does not have to be cold," he said.
"Death should not be feared," he said.
"Death is not the end," he said.
"Follow me," he said.
"if you want the truth."
"What is the truth?" I asked.
"I am," he replied
"Follow me," he said.
"if you want life."
"What is life?" I asked
He replied "I am."
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Poems About God
שיריםI'm not a poet by any means but I play one on TV (not really). I will add the occasional poem to this work from time to time. The first one is Allow Me
