Sometimes I wonder to myself questioning
the why and the where of it all?
I view the beauty of a new born babe,
cradled so carefully, safe from a fall.
The faces of our aged parents filled with
lines and creases earned with care.
I see the pictures of the fallen, young men in
their prime.
All dead long before their time.
Life, itself, seems so fragile to me, breathe
deeply lest your last breath be gone.
Hold deeply to the ties that bind, not
letting go whatever goes on.
For all the beauty of this world to exist, there
must be a greater plan.
Some structure to life that we can't see, hear
or feel.
I can't say which religion is truer, all I feel
is that there is a higher power.
Perhaps now my friends know the answer that
I am searching for...
To think of death is a frightening thing, yet
we shall all come to it, one way or another.
I want to believe that Heaven is as a beautiful
Garden, filled with kindness and love.
That's where I will find my loved ones, waiting
for me as I approach St. Peter's Gate
