New World Beyond The Grave Of Human Death And Flesh Rotting Poem by Bonnie Cote

and it won't be filled with gold
for it is a different sort of present
for the greedy don't go there
they go somewhere else
or still are here on earth
repeating lessons

is this new place a barren cave
what experiences and dreams lie here
is mars a wasteland
do you hear harmonies
within the screaming or the jackhammers?

do not sigh
be still and wait
for He is coming
and if you can't see HIm
it is only because
your eyes are not open