The thought of Life

I begin a word to them, in my head and heart,
And my fear of them, is obvious from the start;
What they have, is what I want to comprehend
But deny what comes at the end.

So foraging is needed, and great lengths the soul must search;
Of humankind, and God's rebirth;
When standing on consecrated ground,
Is it birthright or fools that have been crowned?

The traveler gets to know the road,
And every obstacle that made him, has slowed;
Again, the old thinker struggles on,
Trudging beyond the dawn.

This small creature, wishing against ethereal wind,
Must succumb, as 100 billion do rescind;
Walking forever, as Pere Lachaise in mortal fashion,
Realizes the Almighty rejects that state with love and compassion.