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Made by Teresa Marrin
© 2010-2012

doubt

Death, in the hypothetical
Is bearable, fathomable
Even explainable
Then proceed directly to
Heaven, afterlife, pearly gates
Transfiguration, transcendence
Reincarnation, all that
But wait …
When it's my kid, my spouse
Lover, brother, mom, best friend
Belief suddenly crumples in a heap
Like the wicked witch of the west
Now there is a pile of ashes in a box
A coffin, gravesite, mausoleum slot
Wait a second …
This is serious business here
Beyond theology, theory, blind guess
This is real
What do I believe?
This is beyond the veil, he is just away …
This is alone in the night
No passage, platitude, prayer
Twitter, blog, website
Or comforter in a white clerical collar
No Authority to help me out
Just Me and the Universe
Where do I go and find The Answers
Nobody told me about this part
It's easy to believe and
Parrot back the words
When you haven't lost anything
This is about my baby
Going off alone into the dark
And now I'm not so sure
And just when I need The Answers most
They have gone wandering
Not so sure of themselves
And left me alone with only Questions ….