"The Passage"

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"The Passage"

When Death's cold hands opens the knob of the afterlife.
And the man walks silently with hurrying thoughts into his new home
He wonders what his fate will be
Could it be the red tongued fires of hell?
Or the peace encircling God's threshold?
He remembers the loud rhetorics of the preacher man
Howling at his poor soul on earth
Here they are louder,even deafening.

He fights hard to shun those earthly voices.
He sure wasn't a saint
But he gave every soul what was their due
"That would fetch a haven for souls like his", he thought.
"Judgement mustn't always be religious
If only God would examine our souls as men
And not some demi-gods."
He thought and walked on.

He found it,
A home for all who were truly human
He couldn't describe the peace and the laughter reeling from the souls here.
He found a small spot, clean and serene
He laid down his head and dozed off
He didn't find God or get scald by hell.
But he was sure he reach his haven.

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Emeka Collins

Wed 5th Aug 2020 21:07

Thank you Paul and Keith for your kind comment. I am glad you found the poem interesting.

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keith jeffries

Wed 5th Aug 2020 17:34

Emeka,

You have produced another poem which is laden with humanity, the aspirations and thoughts of people about their final demise and what lies beyond. The final stanza is the crowning glory in which optimism reigns supreme. Your illustration is very appropriate

Very well done and thank you for this

Keith

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Paul Sayer

Wed 5th Aug 2020 17:16

What a passage Emeka.

How so many souls have walked down that tunnel to be told, we're not quite ready for you yet and then had to turn around to return another day.

Thousands... Many of whom have written about their experience.

It's a funny old world. Strange how so many tell exactly the same story and details from so many different races and cultures.

Children are certainly the most interesting to listen to.

I had my own NDE last year.

Emeka, your poem is extrodinary in its portrayal of that 'passage'

Paul

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