What if it’s a blank screen

And all that we’ve done has been for nothing

what if it’s an empty place
how will we face the truth that religion was
just a way of keeping us in check?

Just a sec
a blank screen could mean that we paint our own hereafter

What would you paint?
The laughter of children enjoying the game?
The peace of a walk down a long country lane?
the moon
her room
an aroma of a home a
long ways away?

I’d paintbrush each day in colours that run onto a noonday sun
and sail into the sanctuary of a lip balm sea.

If we are
we will be

There’s no guarantee
all have to wait
I’ll keep my fingers
I guess that I’ll see

© 2016, John Smallshaw.