Only When Comes the End Will We Know

Who can say, when the reality is subjective? We must count time as the measure taken. For even a hundred years might be a second. Then who has a second to throw to the wind? When the reality of the moment looms large. And the sound of static pressure fills the ears. The smooth voice of God comes through clear. The great mysteries melt leaving naked truths. The beauty of the world leaves people stunned. The simple answers make for serious smiling. And many are crying over the unexpected joy. Some wonder if it might be we are dreaming. Or could it simply be our dreams coming true?!