So, after everyone is dead and buried,
Will we be able to distinguish those
Whose final exit left their loved ones worried
From others whom the Savior likely chose
To be his boon companions in the land
Of milk and honey? It depends on how
Much leeway faint believers might demand
And what the sovereign Master will allow.
Paternity is more than matching strands
Of DNA, and fathers deemed divine
Can offer and deliver promised lands
No earthly circumstance can undermine,
Which tends to put a troubled mind at ease.
The question that remains, when all is said
And done, is whether one can ever please
A pure perfectionist. Until the dead
Rise up and speak, it’s doubtful any answer
Will come to light and put to rest such questions,
And daring to consult a necromancer
Invites a fate much worse than Saint Sebastian’s.