Meager existence, meager life. Brief life, brief time. What was before us? What is left after? The world remains the same. No one will take note of our lives. What would that profit us if they did? No good can be done for us after we’re gone.
To be there when you awake. To see you breath again. To feel again a touch of your hand. To hear you speaking. To listen to me when I speak. To see your body renewed. To know the resurrection! Written during a time of grief of the loss of family. Before coming to terms with… Read More To Be There When You Awake
Life ebbs from the body, Releasing the spirit into light. Waking from a distant slumber, Into a foreign land of light. If life was a dream from heaven, We must share a collective dream. When you tire there and slumber, Do you dream another dream? Heartache on earth from the living, When I slumber here,… Read More Dreams From Heaven