What is a shadow,but a dead man's soul?
What is life,to the man engulfed by the soil?
Are dreams,only the virtues of man who live?
Can dead man's spirits remember the pain and evils of this rachet world?
What happens when the silver cord is loosed,the golden bowl broken, or the pitcher shattered at the fountain?
Which volumes of life have dared record the afterlife?
Which words can vividly paint the image of the world beyond?
Are we truly objects of random explosions,
Or there's a divine trace and purpose for our existence?
I'm only a man,
To the divine truths
I can only give an amen
Without questions nor need for proofs
I believe in God,
And the broad odd patterns of life
Humans live and die
And to this truth,we can not lie
I believe that life is divine
And death,Is the sin's design
But God,will remember my soul in the world of the dead
And revive my spirit,soul and body from that eternal rest!
And this is my hope,
This is the object of my faith
Selah!
©karel
K