They say that faith heals
They say that prayers are heard
They say that the dove
Is God’s sweet, peaceful bird
They say adversity
Refines the soul of all
They say we rise
When we can see the fall
So many years
These truths have found a place
In churches old
We see the light of grace
They say we see
Truth best the day we die
Our soul awakens
Like some sweet butterfly
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Faith is belief, which in itself is an interesting philosophical concept. There so much we don’t understand, so much about the human body that is still a mystery. I do believe that the unlikely can happen, I know people to whom ‘miracles’ have occurred. Though I would think it more desirable to see truth before we die if only to be able to nod our heads and say oh, yes, that’s the way of it after all. Excellent Helen, thanks for this one.
Truth is a great mystery indeed – I often wonder about the moment after death…is there nothing, is there a consciousness: if there is, is it individual or collective…I wonder if we ever know the truth or whether there are many truths…hhhmmm… not sure really. LOL. 🙂 🙂
Beautiful. 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful poem and wonderfully written. Wondering what happens after death is something I ponder constantly and I suppose is just natural for us. Our beliefs, whatever they may be can only take us so far. What happens to our essence after we die is still a somewhat stressful proposition, at least for me anyway. I guess we will all have to wait to find out.
I guess so!! Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Alas, the butterfly has a short life I fear. Maybe the soul awakes only to die. Who knows. I know this is a very beautiful poem and reads wonderfully well – I liked it very much.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
“They say we see
Truth best the day we die”
I believe this…… all our doubts and and clarity we seek I think comes to us in this solemn moment indeed. Beautifully written Sis xxxxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂
This is absolutely beautiful, Sis!!! It seems so very peaceful. Love it. 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂