I Wonder If The Dead People Are As Cold As Their Bodies In Their Coffins? Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

I wonder if the dead people
still speak to those they loved?
Perhaps the living can not hear them?
Or might not
realize that their loved ones
continue to talk to them?

I wonder if, when I too am dead,
will I be able to hug my daughters?
Love my Grandsons?
Tell them over and over
how very much
they mean to me.

What odd and morbid thoughts
these are, that have come
to occupy my thoughts!

And while I resolve myself
to overcome and defeat
this unwelcome prognosis,
still I believe one also
should be conscious
and prepared for
the other alternative.

I believe in God.
Though I have strayed
and sinned in so many
unfortunate ways,
even so,
I believe in salvation.

Will I we welcomed
into the glory of Heaven?
Perhaps I must first
be cleansed in
the process
that is Purgatory?

I wonder if dying is
as magnificent
as some have said.
Are there lights?
Faces? Voices?
Will I see again
those who have died
before me?

What shall I say to them,
these ghosts of
people whose funerals
I've attended?

Are the dead even
concerned with the
world they have left?
Maybe that is the
vanity of humankind
in thinking that
this mortal world
is the centre of all?

Will I be aware
of the lives of the
people I leave behind?

That is the real question!

Perhaps dying is as
has been shared by the
priests of the Church?
So that rebirth
into a new consciousness
is a beginning
into a better
state of awareness.

That is what I tend to believe.

I wonder if the dead people
are as cold as their bodies
in their coffins?