As far as heaven goes, and afterlife,
I’ll simply have to wait and see—or not;
Although our sacred literature is rife
With declarations of our future lot,
It could be wishful thinking, fairy tales
Our fearfulness compels us to believe
When hope of staying here no more avails,
So to a desperate fantasy we cleave.
My best recourse then is to focus on
The best that I can make of my time here
So it is colorful, not pale and wan,
Bravely alive, not overcast with fear.
If there’s an afterlife, then let it be
After a life of authenticity.