The Unseen
It lies beyond our perspective of skies,
Is the limit of life foreseen?
Only by the Alpha and Omegas eyes,
May we see why the grass is green.
Paved of gold is the streets,
Songs of angels rings gloriously.
Where the road of life and death meets,
At the pearly gates victoriously.
Why do we believe in this unseen place?
Even though it hasn't been seen.
We have to know there is a better place,
In my heart I have seen.
Faith is the key to this palisade,
Of snowy white grounds and golden streets.
Full of ineffable cascades,
Upon the immaculate horizon.
How is this vision foreseen?
By the grace of God's son.
Although it may be unseen,
I know my Uncle Lawrence lives there graciously.
Dedicated to My Uncle.
Copyright © Paul Easter | Year Posted 2009
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