As I approach the infinite long dark night
I resist it with all my might
I try and try to comprehend this end
To which all men must descend
Is it a sleep that all must take?
Or is it an eternal end that all must make?
I like to dream of awakening in light not dark
In a beautiful place to which all righteous men depart
Do we sleep the sleep of forever?
Or do we awake some other place together?
Does the answer to this ultimate question
Remain forever a process of eternal redemption?
On one glorious day from timeless sleep I awoke
And heard a beautiful and kind voice that sweetly spoke
My faithful son at last you have begun to understand
Exactly your place in this troubled land
You, my beloved, have truly never ceased to seek
The infinite destiny that in eternity for you I keep
So for you and your family no eternal death awaits
Because of your zeal to know your fate
Soon I will bring you all to this most Holy Place
And there I will you never forsake
Very soon, you shall hear a sweet call in the dark of night
Come, come in to the Holy Glory of the Father Spirit of Mighty Might
I walk in the cool of evening along sweet meadows I have never seen
I smell the beauty of grasses that have never been
Strange golden streams of crystal water flows
As blue glory of mighty skies above glows
I search the long forgotten memories in the attic of my mind
Along the twisted channels the very depth soul that I could not find
I see before me things so wonderful I knew from long long ago
I puzzle over the enigma of knowing what I do not know
Out there far beyond the knowledge of any man is revealed
Something of such great mystery to it my heart had appealed
Why have I on this one thing so many years stalled?
Is this most infinite knowledge from many man would be appalled?
Walking on through the shade of great trees that give eternal life
I hear the sweet forgotten voice that comes to free all from everlasting strife
High green new grasses in this new land do grow
As transparent waters chuckle dance, sparkle, and flow
Poem About A Beautiful Paradise
My great grandma died recently, she was 100. There was no way I could imagine not seeing her another day. Three days before her daughter, my aunt died. They didn't want to tell her- they...
Infinity Road
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008 with permission of the Author.
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