Life in Death

I cannot tell you how many times I have started this post. Too many. Needless to say I have given up and am instead going to post a poem I wrote that says everything I was going to say anyway. Maybe not in so many words, but you'll get my point. My brain is fried from staring at this computer monitor longer than any human should without accomplishing anything. So without further ado, my poem...

In a casket
Clothed in black
Weeping tears
Cannot call back
The silent form
That lies so still
For death itself
You cannot kill.

Immortal beings
That we are
Find ourselves
Not so far
From the door
Of life and death
When we shall draw
Our final breath.

But is there hope
To be found
After we
Are in the ground
Is there life
After the grave
Is there one
Able to save?

I will not fear
The grave so cold
I will not fear
Growing old
For I know
That Jesus waits
For me at
The pearly gates.