Ω Life

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Life

Called to God; death, and Light.
End of the physical, beginning of sight.

Enraptured Love immersed in delight;
Love’s effect redeemed.

Soothing calm, silent streams
For none other now, just me.

All the pain with all the sadness,
Many times absent gladness.

I’m here, I’m dead.
Onto Infinite Light; called from death's bed.

Forever in bliss my friends, and my blood,
Love promised in moments thought of.

The face of God I should be anxious to see,
But the feeling I have is Love, nurtured in me.