A Poem the last mystery Death

[Alan McDougall]

Many people think that death is just an eternal sleep. But this poem is about awakening in a beautiful paradise

Infinity Road

Alan McDougall

As I approach the infinite long dark night
I resist it with all my might
I try and try to comprehend this end
To which all men must descend

Is it a sleep that all must take?
Or is it an eternal end that all must make?
I like to dream of awakening in light not dark
In a beautiful place to which all righteous men depart

Do we sleep the sleep of forever?
Or do we awake some other place together?
Does the answer to this ultimate question
Remain forever a process of eternal redemption?

On one glorious day from timeless sleep I awoke
And heard a beautiful and kind voice that sweetly spoke
My faithful son at last you have became to understand
Exactly your place in this troubled land

You my beloved have truly never ceased to seek
The infinite destiny that in eternity for you I keep
So for you and your family no eternal death awaits
Because of your zeal to know your fate

Soon I will bring you all to this most Holy Place
And there I will you never forsake
Very soon, you shall hear a sweet call in the dark of night
Come, come into the Holy Glory of the Father Spirit of Mighty Might

I walk in the cool of evening along sweet meadows I have never seen
I smell the beauty of grasses that have never been
Strange golden streams of crystal water flows
As blue glory of mighty skies above glows

I search the long forgotten memories in the attic of my mind
Along the twisted channels the very depth soul that I could not find
I see before me things so wonderful I knew from long long ago
I puzzle over the enigma of knowing what I do not know

Out there far beyond the knowledge of any man is revealed
Something of such great mystery to it my heart had appealed
Why have I on this one thing so many years stalled?
Is this most infinite knowledge from many man would be appalled?

Walking on through the shade of great trees that give eternal life
I hear the sweet forgotten voice that comes to free all from everlasting strife
High green new grasses in this new do land grow
As transparent waters chuckle dance, sparkle, and flow

© Alan McDougall, Infinity Road Spiritual Poems about Death

 

[cosmictraveler]

Well at one time I actually was pronounced dead for over 3 minutes and I never saw anything like this poem says. :shrug:

 

[Skeptical]

A very common form of illogic is to assume that what we want is what is true.

Sorry guys. It don't work like that!

 

[Hipparchia]

Well at one time I actually was pronounced dead for over 3 minutes and I never saw anything like this poem says. :shrug:

I was once in Miami for over three minutes and it was nothing like the tourist brochures said. Nevertheless Miami probably exists.

 

[roger_pearse]

A very common form of illogic is to assume that what we want is what is true.

Sorry guys. It don't work like that!

Indeed not. Although no-one told the New Agers, it seems...

One other thought: this was a "spiritual poem about death". How about a "spiritual poem about going to the bathroom"? Not that I am having a go at anyone; but I am a bit averse to people talking in adjectives rather than realities. It's a politician's trick.

 

[spidergoat]

Death is the end. Anything more is just wishful thinking.

 

[roger_pearse]

Death is the end. Anything more is just wishful thinking.

Death may be the end -- that we can say for sure. But to say positively and authoritatively that it IS the end... we'd need evidence for that. Do you have any?

Or is that some divine revelation you're giving us?

 

[Skeptical]

roger

Let's compromise on the statements and say that death is probably the end.

Certainly, that is the logical conclusion based on objective data, and we have no empirical evidence to the contrary.

 

[spidergoat]

Death may be the end -- that we can say for sure. But to say positively and authoritatively that it IS the end... we'd need evidence for that. Do you have any?

Or is that some divine revelation you're giving us?

Consciousness depends on a working, alive brain. All evidence suggests that is that case. Brain death=the end, at least until we are able to download our consciousness into a computer. Nothing non-physical exists, it's axiomatic.