The Graveyard's Dilemma

So deep we dip our tongues in the bitter cold bowl of the afterlife We taste not the sweet nectar of heaven But the barren taste of the grave yard We find ourselves looking at the dry bones of our memories Laying deserted on the cold sands of the afterlife Our life stories scattered on the face of uncertainty Our tombstones unaware of all the dreams that we had All our identities, achievements and expectations Swallowed by the passage of time Our belongings buried in the casket of past memories Our joy and sorrow taken by the pages of history books Our life stories, a graveyard's dilemma Whether rich or poor The graveyard cannot account for your life achievements Our struggles under the sun are washed clean Our bank accounts wiped clean by life's procedures Covid-19 pandemic has taught us a lot Not to stand on the pile of our material accomplishments But to lean onto our families, friends and neighbours for comfort We have to disrobe ourselves of the fear of death And undress ourselves of the bitter stories of the afterlife We have to embrace unconditional Love And be one with God and each other The graveyard is not a place for us It is only a container for our human capsule Let us learn to put on the garment of faith, hope and Love And walk outside the perimeter of logic Let our life stories be precursors to our afterlife stories Let the dome of human wisdom be broken And the wisdom of God be our apparel Unconditional Love is the garment of God Let the Grace of God lead us into the vessel of the eternal life ©