Before Birth

*Another poem from 2009, as "A Leash-Led Life". A meditation on future glory. Up on high did I exist, Though in what form I know not; It is not mine to remember, And I shall never return to the way it was. Heaven, earth, then heaven, The mystery of sacred reality, I live in between, Experiencing tastes of two places that mankind faces, One of which I shall never be. What is my life then now, When encouraged to set my mind above? I do not recall from whence I came, So I trust in where I shall be. I perceive not this realm - And does it then exist? Yes, it must, though not just yet, At least not according to time. But future divine, When the Lord will still time And a space will be placed, where we'll dine in that finest design. Still, now do I wonder, now do I fear, Now do I ponder the river held dear, And the tree with the fruits of the twelve changing winds - Oh! I could be crawling, or skipping, or flying therein. As the Son will be sun, the night will never come, Nor the moon, nor the sorrow preceding tomorrow. For the days will be ways that we gaze at His face, And His legs that were maimed, and His wrists, that were kissed (by the Father). So I long to see, as I dearly draw near it, Forever to be, as He's life to my needs, Now on earth, on my knees, I asking please, Holy, breathe.