A World to Come

When I think of what’s to come,

I think this world the better.

Although pain and death may come,

My joy is all the greater.

It’s not this world that will last

But the world to come later.

Material things will pass

But heaven is forever.

Love surpasses Death’s cold grip

And from Life’s cup shall we sip.

With life ever on our lips,

Our kiss of life shall we give;

Our love will last forever.

Pray we fall not as prior

Days of our fallen fathers

But may God be our desire.

May we embrace Love and Peace-

Hope and Joy- Divine Beauty.

God- three in one: God holy-

And nature in unity.

Pain and sorrow bring knowledge

And misery brings wisdom.

Suffering makes way for joy

And with angst comes happiness.

The Comprehension of the Incomprehensible

How do you describe something that is beyond description?

How do you put a limit on that which is limitless?

You cannot; nor should you want to. 

After all, isn’t that the beauty of a well-composed mystery?

We love the impossible because it is, in fact, impossible,

And with each attempt at impossibility, we find

That what was impossible is still impossible,

But we have, somehow, reached impossibility.

Possibility is a matter of growth, as is with all paradoxes:

The more that we grow, the more that we understand paradoxes,

The more we realize that they are far from understandable

And, thus, our understanding of them is based purely upon not

Being able to understand them. And, that is the beauty of it.

For to die is to live, to be empty is to be full,

To become worthless is to find meaning.

We do not comprehend these things,

But we comprehend that they are incomprehensible,

And, that’s what makes them beautiful.