|Posted on July 14, 2010 at 11:08 PM|
The Otherside of Tomorrow
What is on the other-side of tomorrow’s edgeless frames
When recon’d in heart or mind, even unto a soulful disdain,
As life in its glory grinds down with joyless pain,
Only those gripped in silent depression must need refrain.
For on the other-side of tomorrow’s hidden-away views
We watch the hopes of precious things hearkening to renew
As death and its disturb-less sleep rises high above the main
Only these looking faith-wise are poised, divinely sustained.
But if what is on the other-side of the morrow’s transcend
We loose all we see or not to mortally defend
As “dust we are and dust we shall return” (to end)
And only these “at peace with God” can soulfully remand.
So patient-await this long other-side of tomorrow’s row
We cannot ‘one man alone’ his soul save from the foe —
And it is the mind of a suffering one alone know tis so
For God himself can alone decide the end of any soul.
What’s on the other-side of tomorrow’s near-future day
As we roll the burdens up and down life’s roughened freeway
Cannot at all end the soul’s repose from God’s eternal rays
Which gladden the hearts and minds of these he wills away!
But if on the other-side of the morrow’s edgeless frames
We beacon all lights and hear the soundful, joyful arrays,
And find all darkness, clouds, and greys have passed away,
Then Rejoice! Sing and Praise God the more!
For comes the Eternal Day!