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I agree with Debra, at the root of death is a sinking doubt in the pit of ones stomach. An uncertainty that cannot be comforted through logical means, but can be reached by the extended hand of faith. Good Write.
Wow, this is a really good poem. I think that people fear death just because they do not know what to expect. What will lie ahead is the question, and is our faith true to what we have believed for our entire lives?
In the words of Socrates: "We fear death because we think we are wise! The fear of the death is the thought that we know something Horrible will waiting afterwards! Kill me if you will. I would like to see what's on the other side and start a brand new adventure! This one has gotten so old..."
It is at death that we are faced with all the questions we refuse to answer when we have the chance. All the "what ifs" we never think about. They all come back then. And the thought that those "what ifs", such as "What if our religion is wrong" "What if there is/isn't a god" might be true.
Amazing job Dian. Beautiful, masterfully put. Very sagacious for one so young. You have an amazing ability to see so deeply into things.