What is life

But a preparation

Of going into a different world

And meeting a Father

Face to face

 

Either showing us how proud He is

Or expressing his disappointed grief

Showing us flashback-like scenes

Of what could've been

Had we not chosen to die

 

To either frollic in a land of peace

A land of milk and honey

To turn back and become a pillar of salt

Unable to rest because of the regrets

That have become our companions

 

The journey in the midst of marigolds

The walk amongst an empty forest

The snow to create angels with

While mountains are moved

For us to climb at our own time

 

To re-experience the youth of childhood

Forgetting that demons ever existed

While we walk hand-in-hand

With our Father, our Protector, the Son,

As our relatives come by

 

And to a surprise

We are reunited in this world of second life