Life is a song
Often sung low and sweet
Like grapes glistening in the sun
As they hang off chain links.
In the pouring rain
Life continues to sing,
Like the steady drumming
Of impatient fingers.
But what of eternity?
Surely it's still sweet.
Surely it still rains.
But how is the rhythm unique?
There’s no battle to behold,
No monsters under the bed.
Fears and tears, no longer shed;
Eternity has no place for this.
I look up from my desk and
I see the grandeur of snow-covered mountains.
Stark against the wintery blue sky
They tell me there is more.
So picturesque my mountain seems;
But then, so is eternity.
Yet in the rolling hills of snow
A deeper story is told.
Trees, animals, giving little streams,
Flow down to earth
As an extension of Father’s care
For His children below.
And so it appears
Eternity is infinite and grand
But it comes down to one simple thing
And that my friends, is love.
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