A shining realm of truth and joy
Beyond your grandest scheme,
Entombed beneath it as you are
'Tis like a fleeting dream.
Where beings from so many worlds
Continue with their plan.
Forgotten are their sufferings
Once known when they were man.
For brightest light doth there reveal
The grandeur of your fate,
Which bids all sorrow ever known
Diminish from your weight.
Could you but see the glory
Of your destiny to come!
The freedom, truth and levity
Of an immortal one!
Beloveds, just a passing glance
At future so divine,
Would surely make, in patience dear,
Each bide in peaceful time.
The treasures of that paradise
Esteemed beyond compare.
They surpass gaudy trinkets
Made from shards of earthenware.
The streets of gold and hallowed halls,
With untold brilliance gleam.
Why, if you could just catch a glimpse,
You'd think it but a dream.
The grandest earthen pageants
Lose their luster once you see
The smallest hint of your birthright
Of divine legacy.
In your homeland, those gemstones grand
Are waiting there for you.
Search deep within your secret heart
And know that this is true.
A place where doubt cannot exist
And perfection abides.
A blissful state which all enjoy
While working side-by-side.
And work is not a labor there,
Nor time a thing to mark,
But purest heartfelt industry
Untainted by the dark.
How cloistered, yea, enmeshed you are,
Within your fleshy frame
Of shadowed, unlit mystery,
Lethargic and profane.
How sad that vision is so veiled
And few can truly see
Their blazing spirit eclipsed by
Materiality.
Now hold on fast to all you can
That hints of promise true,
And trust that what you cannot see
Shall be revealed to you.
And ever moving forward through
Your turgid sea of tears,
You may at least find soothing balm
To wash upon your fears.
For you are destined for that realm,
The child at last come home,
Receiving your inheritance
When once you cease to roam.
Hold on, hold on, steadfast and true
Until the trumpet sounds!
Your leaden hearts transformed to gold
When you tread homelands grounds!
