our father

He is surrounded by
people who believe in
a life
after and he must admit, at
least to
himself, that they do seem
mostly so
very happy and he does wonder, too,
if
they
are
just fooling themselves because
it feels good knowing that
there is more than
just this. He even wants to
believe, himself, sometimes, but
he’s
not
sure
what to
believe. And, for that matter,
what
not, and he figures there
is a dignity and honor
in wondering,
in being open
to just about anything. This idea
of mortality
is something new and came upon
suddenly. He is
curious about it and that and
about
faith. It intrigues him.
It does
do
that.