Colin F. Jones

DREAMING OF HEAVEN

Your faithful reaction dear friend fits my rhyme,
Adding substance to that which I attempt to define.
For fact is reality and stated opinions are not,
To assume a gun is not loaded is a good way to be shot.
Dreaming of heaven where our fallen comrades might go,
Is self satisfying thought but changes nothing you know.
I have written of souls rising from the bodies of them,
Strewn over the battlefield, many hundreds of men,
For I hoped in my heart that it might prove to be true,
For I would wish them the best, as I would wish it for you.
But I remain unconvinced that there is such a place,
For like the time before birth death leaves not a trace.
I guess I’m a realist; and agnostic for sure,
So many questions without answers provide only a mythical cure.