Say goodbye without me,
As I cannot face the pain,
Of another loss in this lifetime,
Nor hear the age-old refrain.

How wide is the chasm between us,
And when did we forsake the truth,
For we have always known that there is an endgame,
That we would prefer to think a ruse.

And so we wait and we listen,
For clues of our own demise,
Ever vigilant we become to danger,
As we watch as our loved ones lose their lives.

It's a storied game in our twenties,
When, of course, we're bulletproof,
By fifty, we must pay attention,
As this is no supernatural spoof.

Some say when we die it is over,
Others, that Paradise is across the sky,
A few think we'll come back as animals,
Although, I'm not sure I understand how or why.

Regardless of our spiritual futures,
And even if there is no heaven or hell,
I am hoping to sit with my ancestors,
And to listen to the stories they'd tell.

And since concrete answers,
Have really not yet been told,
I think I'll believe in the words of the prophets,
And the stories that they shared of old.

And I do not wish to be simplistic,
Nor overly complex am I.
Very simply, I am a Christian,
And on this I will live and die.