Brialee Turner

I just had the most,
…
I am not sure.

The heaviness and emptiness
In my heart
Tugged at by tombstones.

I want to believe that
Those laid to rest
Actually get to rest.

That before traveling
To their final destination
They get to process
And to heal and to
Experience what life and
Love should feel like if
They never get the chance.

That before they go to wherever
Eternity and
Forever is,
They get to understand,
They get to be whole.

I wonder where I will go,
Who will be there.

There are so many people
That I want to “catch
Up with” in
The after life.

To say “how was your journey”?
And
“How was your adventure?”
And
“What did you feel/learn/experience?”

And these words cannot even begin to
Describe the significance
Of living a human life.

Whatever it is like and wherever we go,
Let it be know that I believe
That people no
Matter which God they did or did
Not worship,
Will get to love and be loved.

Because I think that souls are
Made of magical materials
And cannot be destroyed,
Even through death.

And that love is too
Powerful and strong
To be snatched away
Because one’s heart stops.

And that the divine presence over the earth
Will not tear people apart
Because they drank coffee
Or loved a woman like themselves
Or chose to follow their heart
In goodness.

That this love present on earth is
Unconditional and that the love present
On other realms is unconditional too.

Lives are too precious to be
Erroneously forgotten or to
Cease to exist.

Love is too powerful a force
To be broken through death.