Afterlife ─ An Original Poem
Did the vibrant preacher swiftly run, sweating.
He spoke with great eloquence and vigour
His baritone voice echoing in our heads
Like a bad cassette.
He spoke about a loving God
A loving God who slaughtered his only begotten son
To save wretched souls like ours;
To the poor and hopeless,
He asked to worry not about what to drink and eat
For there would be abundance in the afterlife
But a tattered-looking lad in the large gathering
Did pause momentarily
Asking himself what was wrong
What was wrong with having abundance now
And still having abundance in afterlife?
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@gandhibaba, Story of Afterlife is so Mysterious and surrounded by diversified Myths.
But one day everyone will going to know the Truth of Afterlife, one way or other.
Have a wonderful time ahead and stay blessed.
Good question, I'd say to the tattered-looking lad.
I could never understand why so many religious people believe that bliss and glory and abundance will come only in the afterlife. Still can't.
Peace (and bliss, glory, and abundance...)