At Death’s Door (a poem)

What comes after death?
Why of course, no one knows
When we take our last breath
Where do we all go?

We all ask this question
Religions are based upon it
There are a million suggestions
On the topic, we’re very split

We could be reincarnated
Or maybe we cease to exist
Maybe we awake stark naked
Falling down a bottomless pit

We will always keep asking
Though the question has no answer
We will always keep grasping
Then at death’s door, we’ll stammer

(Photo by Mathew MacQuarrie on Unsplash)

4 thoughts on “At Death’s Door (a poem)

  1. Ashley L. Peterson August 9, 2021 / 11:20 am

    Interesting timing. Just yesterday, I was watching a Big Think video with Bill Nye the Science Guy (I just can’t think of him as plain Bill Nye) and a few others talking about how appealing the concept of religion and eternal life is to so many people, yet how little there is, aside from that appeal, to suggest that it’s actually the case.

    • Nick Pipitone August 9, 2021 / 11:54 am

      Very interesting, Ashley! Yeah, I guess it’s comforting for us to think of heaven or eternal bliss.

  2. Terveen Gill August 10, 2021 / 12:01 pm

    Then at death’s door, we’ll stammer

    The last line says it all. No preparing for it. 🙂

    • Nick Pipitone August 10, 2021 / 3:34 pm

      Indeed! No amount of prayer will help … 🙂

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