Thursday 25 August 2011

AFTERLIFE

I walk my days  between sleeps,
Rest my burning bosom between the walks of the earth
Yet in my gasp, even though while life is not in my grasp,
I witness with heaven and the earth the dawn dissolve through the sun into dusk,
All coming forth with the same message:
‘Vanity! Vanity! Vanity, the walk of this earth!’
Maybe, when all in this cycle of existence narrow down into insignificant closure
Even in fairness of sounds and sight of reality experienced,
With the best of us well explored,
At the celestial call
My soul shall spring forth, however,
Not just in the life well spent nor grandeur of moments shared
Nor the fragrance of my mortal experience,
But as sure as my very breath loaned me from above,
Of glorious afterlife.

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