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There is
a land you do not see
Except with memory's eye,
A grand and wonderful repose
Where none shall ever die.
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 the 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!
Mirabel
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