Here I stand
Water to my knees
For fear of the ease
That death is coming.
Here I breathe
In my speech
Speaking of grievances
That may be appealing.
Here in this time, this day, this night,
I stretch out my arms like the wings of a falcon,
Waiting, wondering,
What it will be like
To fly to the heavens.
For surely that’s where I’m going.
Surely, that’s what we all died for.
That’s what we were all killed over –
A simple flash,
It happened so fast.
Heaven calls –
It’s all consuming.
Hell isn’t there.
Just an ideal that doesn’t change –
Eternal happiness,
What anyone could ever wish for.
But is it Truth?
Not really.
Is it real?
Not really.
Is it sacred?
Well now, the only sacred thing,
Is Truth itself.
We are man,
We are woman,
We are human.
We stand, at least for now,
Alone.
There is no heaven,
There is no hell.
There are no stars glimmering with God’s eye.
There is only the silence, that we fill in,
With our own minds.
The silence of death,
The silence of peace,
The silence of Awakening,
I only pray, if ironically so,
If there is a god,
He’ll stop his monstrosity now.
That is my only appeal.
