I'm working on a book of bereavement poetry and a poetry kit for humanist celebrants and grief counsellors. I'm not sure exactly which poems will go into this, but here's a new one that may fit. Let me know your thoughts.

Asking Answer

I've heard it said
that when we die
we find eternity.

As when in sleep
beyond our dreams
we fall to harmony.

Or when played out
by love or war
we wake to mystery.

Without this faith
I maunder, lost,
through ravage
and decay.

So... trust that life
in death shall find
true immortality?

Each step I take
each breath I make:
the question walks with me,
and answer seeks to be.