Thoughts on Future Life

Paradisaical Glory

What lies beyond the western shore, that eyes have never seen,
That men have sought for endless years, to exist but in a dream.
Its said that once a wise old shepherd, held the key of life,
And he would teach but humble men, born of mortal strife.
He spoke of white and sandy shores, and crystal pools of gold,
That glistened in the noon day sun, just like tales of old.
Then the plains of lavish green, which twirl to and fro,
Sit beneath the mountain seat, of which is ruled by snow.
And up above the peaks on high, extends the Grand old Northern Sky,
Is named Azure, the wanderer, who oft has passed you by.

And of the Ruler, which stands in might, gives the land of living light,
But when he sleeps, his knights stand high, soothing all who come on nigh.
And then the question all would ask, How do we find it, whats our task?
Then the Shepherd old and wise, always gave the same reply,

Come, come follow my, and then in Paradise thou wilt be.