The Epitome
Imagine the culmination of everything good;
the zenith of truth and light;
when love is no longer misunderstood;
and darkness flees the night.
A time when all lies, become forbidden;
and the past becomes just a mist;
when all our past mistakes are forgiven;
and destiny becomes love’s kiss.
A time when angels are no longer invisible;
when eyes are not needed to see;
when life and death become indivisible;
joining us each to our destiny.
Gone is every worthless life endeavor;
a new dawn replacing the night;
the kiss of death becomes gone forever;
replaced by the kiss of life.
Every enemy we had; becomes a friend;
differences now link all together;
the garden of flowers shall never end;
the Master’s love reigns forever.
Perfection, suddenly becomes our view;
there is no longer a reason to cry;
all, choosing love, become made brand new;
imperfection, alone; must die.
Creation reaches perfection; its epitome;
love reigns as king on the throne;
divisions no longer have legitimacy;
on the day God calls us home.
Monty 8/12/24. # 2,270