Give me one hundred years,
Guaranteed without question,
No threat of imminent death,
No need for further suggestion.
This being an unlikely scenario,
Bestowed upon the select few,
Earning the white beard of age,
Time enough to become a sage.
With enough time to find wonder
To tear the world’s myths asunder.
The Divinity initiated a universe,
That only He could possibly know.
When the universe was created,
A stipulation took shape to grow.
Time would measure our existence,
Second by second with persistence.
Every second added needed breath
To fill up the thimble of our lives.
There would be no hope of extension.
Personal destiny ends; no one survives.
When the human soul was created,
There was a proviso about death.
The body would come to an end; but
The soul would live with eternal breath.
If you live a full span of one hundred years,
You may find yourself somehow in arrears.
What matters an exact number give or take,
If we leave a life of good works in our wake.
The soul gathers its destiny while it’s alive.
When the body dies, the soul will survive.
yes, the body is a kind of anchor which also needs to be cleared out; it is the only way to touch the soul's strings sounded clear, . . as we hear now and here. Cheers, alex
The human lifespan is closer to 120 years, in spite of some of the characters in the Bible supposedly living longer. Unfortunately, health concerns take us all, one way or another, by 100.
I don't believe that we should concern ourselves at this point of our meager knowledge how the universe was formed. Certainly not the way the Bible describes like a child's story/myth. And I don't believe that the spark that ignites from our brain activity, our spirit, if you will, can survive without nutrients and oxygen rich blood flowing through our brain with all of its neurons intact.
But our imaginations are great, if a bit fuzzy. So it is very easy for us to imagine something like a spirit that has left the body from mere observation of phenomena we don't understand.
To put it bluntly, we are ignorant. And we will continue to be like children, having tantrums over nothing and killing one another in the name of this religious theory or that, until we grow up and understand that the only thing we have, like you noted, is our good deeds, and good life. Nothing more and no forgiveness for acting badly at all.
Like my good uncle who lived until he was 101.5 called from his hospital bed, "Get me a bucket… I want to kick it." His humorous spirit lives on in me, but not in him.
Margaret Drabble, born 1939 has just published her nineteenth novel, The dark flood rises. It is a novel that explores old age,longevity through an elderly woman. On death defying poems she has mentioned Browning"s Prospice: O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again ,and with God be the rest." I found it interesting now to read on the same topic thru your poem this evening again . roseline
There once was a song by a famous singing family that contained the line, "I can't believe that we just happened, there must be more, what am I living for?" A question for the ages, I think. And yes, I believe there is a higher being whether it be a he, she, or they. The universe is too perfect with too many every day miracles for there to be otherwise.
I believe, "When the body dies, the soul will survive". What I have a problem with is who, or what, made all this happen, if anything, or any body. Eh, I'll think my way, you will think your way. Life is good.
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I don't believe that we should concern ourselves at this point of our meager knowledge how the universe was formed. Certainly not the way the Bible describes like a child's story/myth. And I don't believe that the spark that ignites from our brain activity, our spirit, if you will, can survive without nutrients and oxygen rich blood flowing through our brain with all of its neurons intact.
But our imaginations are great, if a bit fuzzy. So it is very easy for us to imagine something like a spirit that has left the body from mere observation of phenomena we don't understand.
To put it bluntly, we are ignorant. And we will continue to be like children, having tantrums over nothing and killing one another in the name of this religious theory or that, until we grow up and understand that the only thing we have, like you noted, is our good deeds, and good life. Nothing more and no forgiveness for acting badly at all.
Like my good uncle who lived until he was 101.5 called from his hospital bed, "Get me a bucket… I want to kick it." His humorous spirit lives on in me, but not in him.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Rebecca