Immortal
What is immortality to me?
It's a chance again to breathe so free,
never to be inundated with worldly pain,
always to know how to remain
at peace with myself no matter where
and speak no words except for prayer.
We people of this earth cannot conceive
and probably never will believe
in a warless existence that comes alive
where peace and love for all does thrive.
We have walked this earth too many times.
We will leave the graves and we'll hear the chimes.
And we will survive.
I am immortal and so are you.
We'll leave all falseness and find what's true.
We won't have to wonder who we are.
We'll understand that we're not too far
from every place we've ever been
and from every place that's filled with sin.
We have lived many times and then we died.
But still we rose again with pride.
We will leave that pride, leave it behind
and as we leave it we will find
everything that we've ever sought
and all the things that were ever thought.
We will finally know we're immortal.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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