Treasure Island

Brian Swaine

(10/29/1962 / Antigonish, Nova Scotia Canada)

The Dream


Our lives are mere grains of sand in the hour glass of time,
Our bodies just vessels in which we travel.
If we close our eyes and pray, true meaning we will find,
And the mysteries of life all begin to unravel.
It is written "To live is Christ and to die is gain";
That our last breath is the beginning and not the end.
But how can this be true in our sorrow and pain?
How can this bring comfort when we lose a friend?
The answer is simple yet hard to grasp, hard to fathom
But open your heart and mind and it all becomes clear;
When we leave earth, we are on our way to Heaven,
And things are so much better there than here.
There we have a body free from illness, free from pain;
It never knows suffering and it never grows old.
There we have a home, we'll never need to move again;
A home of glorious mansions and streets made of gold.
There we find our loved ones who have gone on before
Who have been, all this while, just waiting for us.
But the best thing there and our greatest reward,
Is we finally get to be with our beloved Jesus!
So when someone we love is with us no more
And life feels unfair, or so it may seem.
Remember that they now have what we all long for;
They haven't died…they're just living the dream.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 19, 2012
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