To wonder what is next
After the fateful, final breath;
To question what is coming,
Fearing all that is left is death;
To picture what might happen,
To imagine what might be-
Common if nothing else
When in thought of eternity.
The mind cannot begin
To try to comprehend;
This endlessness is for the soul
Whether nothing, Hell, or Heaven.
The idea can relieve or frighten,
Food for the hunger of the empty heart;
It gives hope for many,
Often the reason for new starts.
It can ease or upset the mind;
It can cleanse or burn the soul-
The decisions are made only
When one thinks and lives as a whole.
One cannot help but wonder
What he or she might see
When in the presence of countless others
In either a burning or blissful eternity.
Will all be darkness with not a hint of light,
Or will there only be the rays of the Son?
Will there be anything to crave
When this wonderful, painful life is done?
Will it be in the pits of the earth
Or in the zenith of a powder blue sky?
Will there be tears of joy or anguish
When one must finally die?
Will it be angels and singing and happiness
Or demons and wailing and strife?
One cannot help but consider
What to expect in the afterlife.