July 23, 2005
the bottom of the abyss
below the lowest rungs
deeper than the deepest deepness
the lowest levels of hell
as i contemplated the depths
my heart queried me
inquiring as to its nature
asking after its cause
who experiences the deeper hell?
the man exterminated in the gas chambers?
or the man who was his son?
or perhaps the man who stood and watched?
or the one who turned the knob?
maybe it was all of them
or maybe the man who was spared
or maybe the man who contemplates these things
seems we approach heaven as we approach God
thus, oneness with God is heaven
and separation from God, hell
and so, it seems...
the hell we seek as we move from love
is born of the choice to leave God
and nothing in this world or that
can steal this precious gift of choice
unless we allow it to be so
unless we choose to forgo choice
heaven or hell, the choice is ours
choose well, my son, choose well
Type: Poetry
Author: Steve Robison