Author’s note: I’d like to preface this poem, and include any former poems with religious references in them, with the fact that I am no longer this religious. When I was a teenager, I was attempting to find my way and trying to find where I belonged. Ultimately, religion was not where I ended up. Regardless of my current status, I hope that if you are a believer in a god, Christian or otherwise, that you find some comfort in these poems of mine that are religious in nature.

Silver moonshine,
upon a golden lake,
Lace the divine water
with slivers of purity.
Upon the ripples of this lake,
lives seem no longer important.
Take my hand
I shall lead you to a better place.
We will walk along
these paths of moonlight,
Together in death
as once we were in life.
We will go on,
to be purified in His light.
There will be other lives,
other dances.
For now, we will settle within
the cradle of His arms,
Along this silver light,
within these golden waters.
Immortality is but a concept,
while mortality is life lived.
Forever may we walk,
but forever we shall be.
Forever in His divine light,
within His pure waters.