It Would Be Nice To Think So Poem by peter rodenby

Another place to be,
we live, when we die.
Paradise perhaps.
We go on,
a spirit
or reincarnation,
blessed.
A higher existence,
immortal spirits,
Or heroes
dwelling in the hall
of valiant warriors
Valhalla
Ghosts or Angels,
at God’s side
with Jesus
or Who?
There must be something more!
We can not just fall
stop moving
die, rot, decay.
There has to be something
more,
unless
that’s it
It would be nice to think so.