In Heaven

When this swift passing life is done
and the cloths of this earth bound existence
are folded and laid aside,
what will my astonished eyes behold,
what will my awestruck ears encounter,
what will my astounded nose detect
when my spirit soars in heaven?

I can’t see the secret hidden
beyond the atom thin veil that separates
the world of matter from its spiritual counterpart,
what God has willed for me
in the garden of eternity
is outside of my comprehension,
beyond my understanding.

Faith alone suggest that I will hear
the Nightingale of paradise singing
in the boughs of the Tree of Life,
that I will inhale the glorified fragrances
of the rose of unity,
and see
unveiled the face of the Beloved.