The gods eat their feel and rumble,
When filled with the wine of prayers, their eyes becomes on as lightening,
For they wrap the woolly cloud round their bulk,
And the thorny edge crown cycling their crowned crown.
For so pure is their majesty,
And flawlessly do they mould the folds of the earth.
Man lives only to die,
For the soul finds it route back to it root,
For it is born of immortality,
And it dines with the webs of spirituality.
For when it works this earth of toils,
And takes its shares of thorns,
It yearns to see that hereafter,
That brings the balm to it blistered soles.
For the heart steadily seek for an ultimate goal,
To create a link of eternal promise,
For what is left of lives is being let down,
And the depth of debt the soul owes it edgy that a cleft,
For man seeks to live again,
In another realm free from toils and thorns.
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This is interesting and well writen. Even the title have said it all. Hereafter!
Some people do not believe in afterlife. Heaven and hell and so on. But I am not. I am not that religious freak but that is exactly what drives me to act righteously so that my afterlife—or eternal life—can also be virtuous.
It's genuinely terrifying when you start to think about afterlife. The thought of doing good and actually doing it are the only things that can calm the mind. God is so generous; he has made a billion ways to build on having a good eternal life, and as I age, I try to build on those things. Putting the good thoughts into action.
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I have no idea why this has so few upvotes, Maria. It's good. It deserves to have more eyes on it. I'm going to reblog it so maybe others will see it. I liked the amount of descriptive language you used. It helps me feel far more like I was with you on this journey than some other poems that are very mental.
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True the soul being born of immortality seeks to live again in a real free of troubles. It seeks its creator in ways often unknown to the conscious self.
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