Post Mortem

One day for sure our life must end as we depart from foe or friend, from pain or strife, despair or joy our body just a broken toy. While friends all weep and foes rejoice will we then listen to their voice and wonder why we are not dead but still can hear the things they said. It's then that we at last will find the I that's me is just our mind, the living body that we bore was just the earthly cloak we wore. One day for sure we'll know indeed the fruits we'll bear from living's seed and join with minds just like our own alas, not all are welcomed home. If we have lived a life of hate then death will take us through a gate where we'll reside with those we find have naught but hate within their mind. But if we've played a loving hand we'll then enjoy this promised land to live again as we pass through with those who are still kind and true. One day for sure our life must end but only on this earth my friend, how we live now will guide the way to where at last we’ll get to stay! Ivor G Davies