A small basket of woven leaves
With flowers, incense and camphor
Frail and delicate, set afloat
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The man scoffed derisively.
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I looked at the religion of my birth
There were questions it couldn’t answer
I looked at the religion of oneness
And found that there were many
On the chosen path
I walk alone
Except for Him above
And angels for company
It’s the shortest bridge ever.
Although you cannot see the other side.
What lies across,
Where it leads to
No one knows.
To pass over, it takes an instant.
But you have to live a lifetime to do so.
It connects two worlds.
All that’s past. And the future.
Pass over it, everyone must.
You don’t know when.
But pass over it, oh yes, you must.
And there’s no coming back.
It brings forth anxiety in people.
And it leaves behind sorrow.
In those to whom you’ve bid adieu.
And when it’s my time
I hope the road beyond
Nothing overt seems to have happened
But a smile breaks out
On your face
As wide as an upturned rainbow
In Him I didn’t believe
Of Him I had my doubt
So I asked Him for a sign
Last night, He ran my life past me
Now, how can I not?
I see Hope flit before my eyes transient, evanescent
and then she disappears momentarily
taking my Belief with her.
Again, she reappears teasingly
rekindling the Faith immanent.
And Desire lives on…