Beyond The Setting Sun
This life will someday soon be over;
tho it seems, it’s just begun;
all deaths are buried deep in clover;
far beyond the setting sun.
Physically; I’ve lived a very long time;
though time has a way of flying;
death makes the physical, become sublime;
every life has a time for dying.
I’ve seen the sunset; many times before;
always followed by a new dawn;
when I face death; I’ll see one more;
till then; my life must go on.
Every life must have a true purpose;
a reason for living and dying;
often it takes a lifetime to surface;
death isn’t the time for crying.
Death is a time for moving ahead;
it was never meant as the end;
no child of God shall ever be dead;
in death; their soul will ascend.
Most think they will miss this place;
once they are dead and gone;
misunderstanding the purpose of grace;
not expecting another new dawn.
There’s a kingdom; beyond what we see;
where all thoughts, morph into one;
all things become what’s intended to be;
far beyond the setting sun.
Monty 9.17.25. # 2,972