Reach Out For the Future
Imagine all our maladies
reduced to feeble dust,
trials and calamities
as troubling as rust.
This broken world so fast declining
soon will be repaired.
Those who now are groaning, sighing—
They'll be living there.
No more will be death and mourning,
Neither will be pain.
This, we too may find assuring—
Loved ones we will see again.
After this dear resurrection,
they will live on earth
as subjects of our warm affection.
How great this truth is worth!
To benefit, we must keep learning
just what lies ahead.
For our future we are yearning
while the past is dead.
For the Paradise we're reaching
while we hold to hope.
We keep living, learning, teaching;
This helps us to cope.
Copyright © Chante Walker | Year Posted 2019
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