Dying is easy, living is harder.
For to live is to die, slowly, until the soul
Is carried to the next life.
Yes, you must die, and your memory will fade.
They may remember the Captain, or the king,
But they will not know his grandfather, or
His mother, who affected him just as much as
He affected the world.
Yes, you must die.
This phrase has been behind me like a ghost.
I did not know where it was from.
I have found it.
“Oh yes, you must die.”
He struggled with death as a door
Into the next life. Today there is no afterlife,
Which he argued against. And yet
To argue for heaven and hell
Seems to be self-condemnation.
We know that none of us deserve heaven,
And God’s grace is an unsolved mystery.
I try to understand it, and forget to live by it.
Again my intellectual side holds me from believing
That heaven is full of men like me. Only by grace
Are we saved.
Lord, I believe, teach my unbelief.