Many people think that death is just an eternal sleep. But this poem is about awakening in a beautiful paradise Infinity Road Alan McDougall As I approach the infinite long dark night I resist it with all my might I try and try to comprehend this end To which all men must descend Is it a sleep that all must take? Or is it an eternal end that all must make? I like to dream of awakening in light not dark In a beautiful place to which all righteous men depart Do we sleep the sleep of forever? Or do we awake some other place together? Does the answer to this ultimate question Remain forever a process of eternal redemption? On one glorious day from timeless sleep I awoke And heard a beautiful and kind voice that sweetly spoke My faithful son at last you have became to understand Exactly your place in this troubled land You my beloved have truly never ceased to seek The infinite destiny that in eternity for you I keep So for you and your family no eternal death awaits Because of your zeal to know your fate Soon I will bring you all to this most Holy Place And there I will you never forsake Very soon, you shall hear a sweet call in the dark of night Come, come into the Holy Glory of the Father Spirit of Mighty Might I walk in the cool of evening along sweet meadows I have never seen I smell the beauty of grasses that have never been Strange golden streams of crystal water flows As blue glory of mighty skies above glows I search the long forgotten memories in the attic of my mind Along the twisted channels the very depth soul that I could not find I see before me things so wonderful I knew from long long ago I puzzle over the enigma of knowing what I do not know Out there far beyond the knowledge of any man is revealed Something of such great mystery to it my heart had appealed Why have I on this one thing so many years stalled? Is this most infinite knowledge from many man would be appalled? Walking on through the shade of great trees that give eternal life I hear the sweet forgotten voice that comes to free all from everlasting strife High green new grasses in this new do land grow As transparent waters chuckle dance, sparkle, and flow © Alan McDougall, Infinity Road Spiritual Poems about Death
Well at one time I actually was pronounced dead for over 3 minutes and I never saw anything like this poem says. :shrug:
A very common form of illogic is to assume that what we want is what is true. Sorry guys. It don't work like that!
I was once in Miami for over three minutes and it was nothing like the tourist brochures said. Nevertheless Miami probably exists.
Indeed not. Although no-one told the New Agers, it seems... One other thought: this was a "spiritual poem about death". How about a "spiritual poem about going to the bathroom"? Not that I am having a go at anyone; but I am a bit averse to people talking in adjectives rather than realities. It's a politician's trick.
Death may be the end -- that we can say for sure. But to say positively and authoritatively that it IS the end... we'd need evidence for that. Do you have any? Or is that some divine revelation you're giving us? Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
roger Let's compromise on the statements and say that death is probably the end. Certainly, that is the logical conclusion based on objective data, and we have no empirical evidence to the contrary.
Consciousness depends on a working, alive brain. All evidence suggests that is that case. Brain death=the end, at least until we are able to download our consciousness into a computer. Nothing non-physical exists, it's axiomatic.
