Faith

Faith

 

 

I was believing,

and then heard the dirt

cover my coffin

with total disregard

 

realizing then,

this was it

a hole, a wooden box

and a very disappointed soul.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/22/22

Reviews

[AYVID]

Is that it for us? I hope the dissappointed soul finds something better next time around. Loved this poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I, too, hope that DIVYA...
thank you for the visit...WC has afforded me some very good friends over many years...you have been one of them....getting to read your poetry that inspires me...and receiving your words on my works...thanks for that.
j.

[AYVID]

Thank you, my friend, your words will stay with me. So happy to be here with you.

[Chris Shaw]

Doesn't bear thinking about. A hole, a coffin and a disappointed soul. When that earth hit that coffin I went into panic mode :) Thankfully we won't know until the time arrives. I wish I had a stronger faith :)

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some days I wish mine were stronger.
but I know it is there.
thank you, Chris
j.

[softlyfall]

I was so there, in that hole, in that coffin, hearing that dirt hit. Very vivid. Using the first person for a dead protagonist has always appealed to me, as well. It becomes somewhat more intimate, like sharing vision or some other sensory experience. The question is, what becomes of the disappointed souls?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, what Does become of them? Very good question.
thank you, Amy,
j.

[softlyfall]

I know what I believe. I believe that human bodies are comprised of an astronomical number of atoms. There is nothing forcing them to cling together other than the purpose of being that body, for that soul. For that time, until it dies. Then the atoms dissipate and the soul rests and reflects. When the soul is reborn, new atoms form a new body BUT each atom also has a memory. And some of the atoms are used in our body many times, so we have things like past life experiences.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I approve this message. It may be more true than some may want to believe unfortunately. I like this poem of yours my friend. It would make an awesome comic strip for a Sunday paper. Great work J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Carlos,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

We are suppose to have the Faith of a "mustard seed". I do have Faith in the Unseen. Everyone is born with a Spirit, and when we die, the Spirit leaves our Body. Where does it Go... Heaven only knows. Our Spirit is the Key to Eternal Life. When a Baby is born, the Spirit appears and is forever a Spirit until it's last Breath. Possibly our Spirit lives again in the Birth of a newborn. This is the Reasoning we are given. gently, Pat

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, death on the surface seems a very dispiriting experience. Your chances of getting laid are greatly diminished.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh, that kind of "laid"---well, EXCUSE ME for being a bit slow....j.

[softlyfall]

BAHAHAHAHA

[Ted Kniffen]

Faith I think is different. Not so much in a religious sense...it is not necessary to sit in a pew to believe in a higher power, but just a feeling that there is something more.

Einstein said "energy can neither be created nor destroyed".

But Poe would have written about being buried alive and hearing the thud of dirt...
or the crackle of flames.

Something to think about my friend.

Good one j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh, Poe was so morbid...but I loved his writing...
two of a kind?
anyway, I like your alternative version...not so much in a religious sense.
thank you, Ted,
j.

[mattavelli]

Hey, Jacob! :)
There is supposed to be an upload when your hardware gets scrapped. You better contact customer service, or you could lose a lifetime of photos and poetry.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha...thanks matt.
j.

[Miss Sharon]

Awww. I pray your soul will not be disappointed Jacob...you deserve better my friend. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Sharon,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Yes that would be sad
And even worse at cremation

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie,
j..