Word of Creation

Word of Creation

I have often wondered
Like so many before me
And those who have yet to come
The cycle of life
And the inevitability of death
To some it is a natural pattern
Others see it as a plague
And some see it as a religious journey

In my time here on earth
I've seen many things the world has to offer
Heartless murder
Dying elders
The birth of a child
And so much more

I believe there is a higher power
One that gives free will
Through the bitter choices we make
And the following consequences
A test virtue and pure moral
To see the worthy
And reward them with divine paradise
After our time in this world

But it is also a test of courage
To know the faithful from the hollow
For as life begins with birth
We must prepare for the death to follow
For the hand of sorrow
Fingers this cold earth
With practiced motion
As we beg for higher ground

For none what happens after death
Whether we be sucked into an endless void
Or be joined with the Word of creation
And become something greater
Than this life we know

Whatever comes to pass
I shall except it with open arms
Embrace the unknown
And journey to what lies
In the vast beyond