Afterlife Poem by Leaking Pen

I have not a single leaf left…
To proudly display on my bare tree.
Winter has set its claws on my branches
And harvested my genes and did put life signs on hold.
Winter shuts down all functioning cells -it seems-
Unlike- I- my cells do not know why?
But I do know why hairs turn from midnight black to light grey,
Or their shedding one by one to the ground.
Autumn fields harvested by the sickle of death,
Staring me in the face as life clock knob is put on stop.
Whose frame holds my temple on the inside?
I feel weak and fray like an orphaned homeless child,
Nature has its way of mirroring life and death.
Like dry hot sand blanketing the Sahara desert,
Where life has a slim chance to seed there, but not death!
Where vigour breaths from pastors green turn to dried bones,
And second by second human veins shrink and harden.
Time has never been kind to the human form,
Regardless of which soul dwells inside.
I wonder if souls are destined for a better home?

To ask the question is it my first sign of hope?
In the afterlife will I forever cope?
It is not trite when my poem begins to rhyme,
Like hope from heaven comes in due time!

Just imagine hearts with an irregular beat,
And eyes from a flat line cannot see my poetic feet.
I have passed fate's questing test,
Thus my thesis is finally put to rest.

I will forever live no matter what…
Even though the devil tries his hardest to rebut.
I know, I know, I know spring is engrained in my loins,
Unlike the devil's 30 silver - In God We Trust- are my minted golden coins.

I keep few of them to remind myself of my cosmic being,
When my invisible eye is not set on sightseeing.
Life in the world through faith renewed by God's Son,
Like life in plants, they need rays from the golden Sun.

Roots of all religion should be love and peace,
Not 24-hours recycled TV news grease.
Life, whether large or small need a peaceful resolution,
This thoughtful poem of mine I offer as my humble solution.


I lay down my resistance and embrace the distance,
That once left me daunted to understand my existence.
Life force and death force interchangeably are beautiful,
My poem finds the path to the afterlife irrefutable.

I am more than just monkey hands and wondering legs,
The sum of me is greater than decorative doors on Easter eggs.
The Three Books and the Lotus heart witness my claim,
And Einstein perfect logic approved my poem's acclaim!

March 5,2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014
Rev Oct 31 2014 Afterlife