If I Were From a Different Past

by Eloise Blanpied

If I were from a different past, I'd know
How death is linked to life as life to death.
I'd know that Meaning stirs up every breath
And is the cause that ancient seeds will grow.
I'd see God's plan wherever I would go
And feel the old and new as One and yet
As two. I'd breathe my last with no regret
And welcome warmly what His plan would show.

But from my past I've heard no solid thought
That argues well for being beyond life.
It matters not to me that life is all;
It's all I want. And, if I could, I'd stall
The end and ever keep the joy and strife
Of my good world that chance and choice have wrought.

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