Life stretches between birth and dying.
Two portals mark life’s start and end.
Some hold that we will die to ascend
To glory. Others deny such inferring
From scriptures written round the world
That any future awaits our death,
That talk of beyond is wasting our breath.
There is a yearning lying curled
Amid the hopes our hearts hold close
That Paradise is still to be
A destination we will see
When our end occurs for us.