Pressure below the ground began to build
Smoke and ash billowed into the night’s sky
The earth’s crust shook and became fire tilled
Over the next few days many will die.
In this place where happy children once played
Omayra is locked in sunken debris
Her precious new life is no longer safe
Scared and lonely she struggles just to breathe.
Hearing her cries many gathered around
She faced death with the smile she put on
But no one could pull the girl from the ground
After three days Omayra’s life was gone.
The earth was angry and took her away.
Omayra’s sweet smile lives on today.
If I am moved by the words from a pagan’s pen does that make me a pagan then? If a statue of Buddha adorns my shelf will my soul be abandon all by itself? If I read the Koran and feel its worth will I still go to heaven when I leave this earth? If the book of Torah is of interest to me will Jesus forsake my spirit for all eternity? What if my best friend prays to a Hindu God when I die will my Lord still give me the nod? If I love someone with an atheist’s soul when I pass-on, will there be no where to go? Who is right? Are any of them wrong? How do I know where I belong? Is there any way to know my soul’s fate? I guess if there were; It wouldn’t be called Faith.