I Wonder If The Dead People Are As Cold As Their Bodies In Their Coffins?

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 be 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?

Reviews

[A.marie.speaks]

Great thoughts.. You've captured THE most pressing issue in your poem and it came out beautiful. I'm not a religious person but I found hope in your words.

[Jimmy Yetts]

I wonder, too--though I'm not all that anxious to know beyond any doubt.
Thoughtful, articulate and expressive introspection, S.
Powerful offering!

[Abby L.]

I don't want it to seem like I'm only reviewing to be polite, because originally I was going to look at your work, y'know, show respect. I may just be emotional, or I may just be crazy but I started tearing up while reading this. It's probably because I think about how life will be if I die young, 'if I died today, how would my friends act, how would my grandmother and mother and father feel?' This is a constant thought for me, and I really don't know why, but it just expresses my exact thoughts. Anyway, *trying not to get too deep* great job on this poetry, it is truly amazing and I made sure to add it to my favorites list :).
::Abby::