Towards HeavenPoems By Lynn BaranySuppose you've been told
You are terminally ill,
There is no help,
There is no pill.
Why are you
Afraid to die?
Who made you terrified,
And why?
Who told you
Death is horrid,
Eternal Dark,
And oh so morbid?
What of the angels
And Pearly Gates,
Of God's great mansions
And large estates?
I refuse to believe
In eternal dark,
With no sunshine
And no green parks.
Why do we think
The way that we do,
That when we die
Our life is through?
I truly believe
When our human life ends,
We soar towards heaven
Where our real life begins.