Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls

It is a matter of life and death. We sense our mortality in the destiny of another. This isn't easy for us to confront. We seek ignorance of such final thoughts. Only those who have been made aware, Can truly face death. We look at its empty eyes and see nothing. At first, we are afraid. This is our human existence at stake. If we were merely mortals, then this would be normal. However, humans are not merely mortals. Every single word within us cries out against the waste. I am unique. So are you. There is an expression, 'We will never see his like again.' Even so, Easter has taught us That God preserves the life force beyond death. It is the hope of resurrection That sustains us in this life. Those that have this faith in God, Believe in the past, the present AND the future And we therefore spend our lives In prayer and good works. No matter where we are, While there is a single thought left within us, We can still pray. This is life. Not the striving for more and more things, While others starve to death. Let's be more sympathetic In regard to complete strangers, Men, women and children Facing terrifying squalor, disease and persecution. It's easy to feel sorry For the good old Georges of this world, Because they are the good ones we don't want to lose. But what about the tiny babies Who haven't the strength to lift a finger To do any good works? They are more deserving if left to live a full life Than the ones who have already lived for decades... Many of these have never seen a shoe... And they don't even know that each one of them Has an eternal soul...