Esperance

An oasis! A midway resort! An abode benign! My strolling in the Gardens of Joy, I visualize; An amalgamation of hope and assurance combine, My permanent abode is seen within my psychic eyes…! Divine presence, like the air itself, permeates the sphere, The environs, mixed with frankincense, are aromatic; Waters, from the spiritual rivers, are crystal clear, Souls, like innocent children, play in a chaste white attic...! My death, like all phases, is a passing ceremony, Life within the Tomb is research on silent breath control; About my existence, I should bear a testimony, In earth-heaven descend and ascend, I should play my role...! My pains and aches will melt like icicles before the sun, My wars and battles against earthly vices will be won...!!!