A Modicum of Truth
Perhaps there is a modicum of truth,
In every religion, idea or belief,
Do we lie in the ground awaiting Christ's return,
Or do we go directly to Heaven?
Perhaps our being, our energy, our souls,
Hang out somewhere, in some other form,
Yet, really, what does it matter,
And what could anyone truly know for sure?
"Hope" seems to keep humanity weak,
Waiting on worn out knees,
For God or someone else to take action,
On their behalf for free.