by Timothy Birdnow

2/8/2024

In the beginning there was the womb
a dark and silent and empty room
waiting in pateince like a long unused tomb
until the day cometh and so did the groom

And God said let there be Life
And there was life
and it grew deep inside her, the glowing young wife

And there in the darknes the fetus did grow
But what can a fetus see, what can it know?
it cannot conceive of where it will go

the young brain did not believe there could be something more
it could not conceive of that beautiful shore
claims of Mother were naive, foolishness well to ignore
it would all soon be over and there'd be nothing more

But the heart of the fetus held a glimmering hope
it just knew of the truth of that beautiful slope
and despite all the scoffers it held onto that trope

Mother was real

She lay outside of the world of the fetus
and labored all day on the work to complete us
one fine morning would come our dear mother to meet us

But the brain and his chums would just snicker and sneer
especially as the time of his birthing drew near
soon comes the end, it is perfectly clear
and the brain and his friends lay there trmbling in fear

The heart pointed to all that the mother gave out
to the feeding and warmth but the brain still cast doubt
there can be nothing more than the womb, no without

Then God said "Let there be light!"

Fetus no more, he was now a baby boy
in a world full of sights, sounds, and amazingly joy!
the darkness dispelled, all his doubts now destroyed!

The boy grew and he learned and he pondered his life
and he grew to a man and he took him a wife
and with children under foot he was busy with strife
He took little care of thoughts of his long afterlife

Long forgotten was his time in his mothers dark womb
and his dread of his birth, and his feelings of doom
he forgot how he doubted there was something outside
he couldn't remember how his doubts had just died

and little by little his body grew frail
he now felt very weary, knew his body would fail
his decrepid old bones were the bars of his jail
but for him there would be no release, no nor bail

Yet his brain it still scoffed at the hope there was more
it just never could cope with what fate had in store
even yet his old heart held to a faith long he'd bore
He just couldn't know more 'til he walked through that door, that birthing canal he desperately tried to ignore

As in his dark womb he dwelt on his fear
especially now as the reaper drew near
God must be a fiction, his brain would mockingly sneer
there is nothing beyond, that is perfectly clear.

As he drew his last breath and the candle blew out
he thought one last time of what it all was about

In the war between carnal and spirutual things
as the body decays and the soul finds it's wings
he was finally forced to ask what it all means

and there lay before him a dark gloomy plain
was it his new reality, or had he just gone insane?
if he was dead how did he think while he was lacking his brain?

but it wasn't his brain but his heart which did serve
he accepted the truth, though it took every nerve
he cried unto the Lord for his soul to preserve

And God said "Let there be light"!

He knew it was right, everything was in sight
everything special and new and amazingly bright

Or so we must hope.

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