Life's Enigma Poem by Joseph Cross

As we drift through life, barely gliding,
On the edge of reality,
What is it that draws us near to finding,
the death that comes with mortality?
For without cause, there is no effect,
To bring us to our looming end,
Yet on we go in death's pursuit,
To find the wound that cannot mend.
And as we pass unto the dust,
We hear the sounding trumpet loud,
Calling our souls onward still,
To leave our bodies neath the ground.
Soon we shall see the angel band,
Bringing us to our new home,
Going to the promised land,
Where we shall forever roam.