Some people say you meet Jesus

On the other side of the sky

Others say it’s Krishna or Allah

That greet you when you die

I don’t know much of religion

But I know how it feels to be free

To feel the world around you

In perfect harmony

I feel it in the sunshine

I smell it on the grass

I taste it on your smile

And I hear it in your laugh

It warms me when I’m frigid

It lulls me off to nod

That pillow soft fog of peacefulness

Is the closest I’ve found to God

I’d like to think that’s where we go

When all is said and done

A meadow full of roses

Bathing underneath the sun

Maybe it’s a cloudless sky

Or a gentle, lazy stream

Floating between time and space

A never ending dream

I don’t know what death will look like

But when I sit and close my eyes

The cosmos and I hum a harmonious tune

And that’s something that never dies