By Rajan George
Life is a gift from God, though we fail
To acknowledge, the God from whom it flows
From the womb, we begin the trek
To the tomb, no more to return.
The distance is ne’er the same for all
Some journey ends where it has begun
Some have few miles, some have long stretch
Some at mid-journey, but no one knows when!
What is our gain, if grave is our end
We are but mortals, why then this pain,
Our impulse to live is not worth the stress
If our life does not pass beyond the vault
No matter how much you gain in this life,
How much you lost doesn’t count anymore!
All that you own or all that you owe,
You must leave behind before you descend.
Those who are alive are granted a chance
To choose life beyond this earthly abode
or eternal doom, we can ne’er set
Condition of our fate, time, or place
As the Scriptures say, man at his best is
Only a breath, he withers like grass,
His life span is seventy or eighty at best,
But then it is full of sorrow and grief,
Hope is not lost for God who gave life,
Can extend it far beyond the dark realm.
Jesus Christ said, “I am the Resurrection and Life,
He who believes in Me forever will live”!
