" Arguments for an Afterlife "
The stars cannot suffice,
for they, too, shall end and change
someday as everything contingent must.
Whether it be as particles or dust
doesn't matter much.
To break the space-time barrier,
one may as well gaze upon
the placid waters of a lake
beyond which mountains rise.
Their shadows reflect before our eyes;
perhaps dimensions mirror others.
There's so much space between atoms
their energy gives the illusion of solidity.
We can't breach the window glass,
but our gaze glides pass.
A close inspection of reality
reveals a complex pattern: feathers,
stones, trees, monkeys, and galaxies
have been crafted by intelligence.
There seems a vast benevolence.
© 2002 M. Kathryn Black
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