Maybe,
not if,
but just a humble maybe,
there is no fire in hell?
Neither tools of torture or torment,
Nor screams of agony.
Lacking flame, which burns, at least,
No blaze within touch or reach.
But only,
a numb and desolate void.
There, nothing to see or nothing to tell,
since his absence is meant to be hell.
The absence of
the creator of finesse and delicacy.
The absence of
the painter of impeccable beauty.
And maybe, just maybe,
paradise is,
healing rest after countless grinding hills,
Your house is here, right next to his,
to him you belong, one dearest friend.
What joyful bliss to spend with him,
to spend without pause or end.
As compelling as it is,
Like striking a cord deep within.
The question restlessly begs,
Do you long for his invitation?
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rhmn_7 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Why do those who believe in life after death focus only on "earthly" concepts when it comes to reward or punishment? Perhaps, fundamentally, it is simply a matter of whether or not one dwells in His eternal presence? Something that means more than anything else we can imagine?
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Comments5
Everyone leaves with their own personal hell .
Worth thinking about- different people have different concepts of heaven and earth and yours talks about solitude and loneliness in a beautiful way
Deep philosophy in this write that goes beyond heaven or hell but man made concepts in general. Well written and a fave
lol so clever and makes one really reflect, I guess Dante would say paradise for the view but hell for the company, whether theirs fire or not. What a genuinely brilliant poem. 🌹
Presence counts for everything but that is often overlooked. 🕊️🙏🏻
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