What Does It Matter?


Some people profess that there isn’t a God and I find that to be so especially odd
Have they studied the sky?  Gazed at the sea?  Leaves as they grow then depart from a tree?
Considered a birth, how a new life is formed?  Lightening and thunder, a mid summers storm
Emotions and feelings, from whence the design?  If not a creator then whom did assign?

If there is no Heaven, no Hell to foresee
But we live as there is, what harm could there be?
If there’s nothing to come, then there’s nothing to lose
Without consequence, how will you choose?


Each breath that we take, each portion we eat, the heart made the master with each steady beat
The touch of a breeze, the coolness of rain, laughter and frowning, and pleasure and pain
Each person is different, each image unique, the way that each thinks, and each made to speak
If not by design then how may I ask?  What, or yet whom would accomplish this task?

If there is no Heaven, no Hell to foresee
But we live as there is, what harm could there be?
If there’s nothing to come, then there’s nothing to lose
Without consequence, how will you choose?

Some will believe that death is our end, and there isn’t a Heaven or Hell to impend
Others will say that a record is kept, an account of our actions we’ll be made to accept
What would one see as each life is reviewed, if those left behind were asked to conclude?
If choosing the former in place of the latter, I’m left to surmise, what does it matter?

 


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