A story I’ll believe
But one that comforts me,
A story that my love
Is in a shining place
And not forever gone.
I don’t believe in heaven;
I don’t believe in hell;
I don’t believe
Forever
Is a realistic prospect
For we’ve long been told
That nothing is forever,
Though that advice may carry
Meanings more than one.
So I am clinging,
Sometimes with hope,
Sometimes fear,
To a faith
That she resides
Beyond a doubt
Here within my memory,
Here within my poems;
And I’m not alone.
©2018 John I. Blair, 9/22/2018
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