Today I stand, and stare, and reflect,
On a place, whose time, has not come yet.
It's destination, no map can tell,
It's beauty, unimaginable.
No reason for daily obituaries,
Nor any place for a cemetery.
No hate to dread, nor darkness to fear,
Only light, and life, and love live there.
But, as beautiful as that place will be,
I mustn't lose sight, of the world around me.
Where our families grow farther and farther apart,
Afraid to let anyone, into their heart.
We don't leave, enough time to give,
In the present time, in which we live.
Our love grows colder, day by day,
With everyone going, their own way.
More wars, and rumors of even more wars,
Are just part of what we're heading for.
Designed to cast, a sense of anxiety,
On our already fragile, and paranoid society.
Like never before, we need to be in prayer,
And show our neighbors, that we really care.
For soon, like the grass, we will wither and die,
Time to make a difference, will have passed us by.
And while I long for my home, in the sweet by and by,
There are souls all around me, not yet prepared to die.
With much perseverance, I will strive to win them all,
My mission not complete, til I hear the trumpet call.
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