I am the resurrection and the life.
Whoever believes in me will never die.
Heal me from all  worried strife.
Let me be content and not ask the why.

Our body is a bundle of sticks.
Our soul is the fire which consumes.
The wood  burns leaving only faith in the crucifix.
The soul is the fire that elsewhere resumes.

Where does this soul go.
None of us have any idea.
We just assume everything will be just so so.
And we put faith in  the divine gift, the thea.

I read these words of resurrection.
And for just that moment I feel direction.

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We have this promise
We will have eternal life
But we still doubt it

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See John 11:19-27