Days Of Earth Poem by Boston Kelley

The days of earth reach out to infinity;
Threads of life, with others, are woven;
Many possibilities form seas of eternity,
Yet one choice can rend threads broken.

A blackness spreads over each thread,
Bonding the life to pain and misery.
Blessed are those that are dead
For they rest in God's eternal city!

Its beauty and grandeur I will yet behold
And find my suffering brushed away.
One day will I be brought into that fold
And forever in eternal bliss do stay!