Pascal’s Wager (or, the Dawn of Disclosure) by A.D. Labuschagne

Where will I stand
at the Dawn of Disclosure?
Where will I stand
On that day when the curtain
is pulled back?

Will I find myself on the right
or in the wrong?

If the breath in my lungs
has been breathed by God
and will return from whence it came
I would very much
prefer and prepare my soul
to go that very same way

Rather than to dust return
where worm and maggot feast
To join the devil in his torment,
That old, and hateful, hated beast…

I would rather find myself
Standing before the Throne
With Jesus arms there open wide
“My child, welcome home…”

Where will I find myself
upon that day on
which disclosure dawns?
Lost to sin, forgotten kin,
Or totally reborn?

And if I find,
upon that fated day
that my faith will not be rewarded
It will not diminish the life I lived
And the truth that I as truth regarded

For if in the end there is nothing
Behind that cosmic curtain
I will not have lost a thing
Of that I’m very certain

But if for just a moment
I were the opposite to entertain
Live my life in vain
And find the curtain torn in twain
To reveal the Face of the Grace that I rejected
Devastation would be the portion that I would have accepted…

And for eternity, after that day
On which disclosure dawned
I’d be confronted with the fact
That He exists and I was wrong…

Where will you stand
at the Dawn of Disclosure?
Where will you stand
on that day when the curtain
is pulled back?

Andre Darius Labuschagne lives in Johannesburg with his lovely wife Kailie. He writes poems that reflect his own wrestling with God, addiction and just life in general.