Did the vibrant preacher swiftly run, sweating.
He spoke with great eloquence and vigour
His baritone voice echoing in our heads
Like a bad cassette.
He spoke about a loving God
A loving God who slaughtered his only begotten son
To save wretched souls like ours;
To the poor and hopeless,
He asked to worry not about what to drink and eat
For there would be abundance in the afterlife
But a tattered-looking lad in the large gathering
Did pause momentarily
Asking himself what was wrong
What was wrong with having abundance now
And still having abundance in afterlife?
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Some deep words
Having abundance both ways shouldn't be wrong. :)
Sure, that's the central theme of the poem. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Having abundance here is not a bad idea at all
I agree with you @avose. After all, we are only sure of now. Cheers!
Good question, I'd say to the tattered-looking lad.
I could never understand why so many religious people believe that bliss and glory and abundance will come only in the afterlife. Still can't.
Peace (and bliss, glory, and abundance...)
Even I still can't understand why these notions have ensured for centuries. At least, nobody has been to the afterlife. But we have now and know now and let us prosper now. Onwards!
Life is now - abundance in everything should be now. We are only familiar with now - we need to enjoy now.
This is a perfect summary of the poem. We only have now and we should enjoy now, as you've rightly stated. Cheers!