I remember talking to you about death
You told me that when we die, we go to heaven
But not really us, just what's left
Our spirits, are what transcend
I had so many questions. What's a spirit?
Do they look like us?
Do they wear our clothes?
Do they talk like us?
You said, simply, "No one knows"
I remember thinking it was odd
Hearing you say those words
Because you knew it all
How could you have something to learn
How comforting it is to know
That you've solved the mystery
I hope heaven put on a show
When you arrived in history
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That's a really cute spin on death and dieing. None of us know of course. That heaven stuff is all man made mumbo jumbo if you think about it. The world was flat back then and everybody was uneducated and gullible. Gradually the churches got themselves powerful and people were afraid of religious people so decided to believe rather than be tortured for not believing. (a bit like certain religions do in certain places still).
But it's undeniable that there is a spritual 'something'. God is a good enough word for it. Life after death, yes i believe so but deffo not the heaven and hell rubbish christianity came up with. They keep changing bits of their story anyway.
That Spirit is something that is within us all and will always be there, one day you will realise that there is something there in your life that you cannot explain and all will be clear.
Andy
My grandson who's 5 started asking me some questions just last night.
Nana what is heaven how do we get there do we get wings is it flying like superman oh my it went on what felt like hours I had to say too all his whys we just dont know.
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