The Final Chapter
How can a thought, make you cry;
and another thought give you pain;
its only thought, on which we rely;
and, how does loss cause us gain?
Life is the great mystery of perplexity;
consciousness can’t be explained;
with seasons of physical complexity;
when energy becomes rearranged.
Every book, ever written, has an Author;
and the same is true, of each play;
living our illusions, has much to offer;
it can change our night, into day.
We view other’s lives with much suspicion;
they, in turn, view ours the same;
we each bear a script, for our own rendition;
and there is only destiny, to blame.
For all of us came here for a purpose;
to fulfill our Master’s will;
our quest often hides neath the surface;
until the body goes still.
Every house, ever built, has an Architect;
even houses, made without hands;
its Builder has the sole power to reject;
it was built upon Love’s demands.
Each book, written, has a beginning and end;
and, as we each approach our hereafter;
the Light of the Master will swiftly descend;
for, God has written the final chapter.
Monty 7/26/23. # 1,706