There Is More To This World.... Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

I wander on the shore astime eases towardssunset.
And a cool breeze hailed the coming of the night.
A vast panoply of transcendental colours rises from the horizon,
As the sea heaves in waves after waves of colour blends.
It was like someone unseen wielding his magic wand.

Some love the worldfor its wealth and infinite resources
For its freedom of choiceand its unlimited fields ofexploitation,
A place where all dreams come true.
Others love it for its luxuries,
Its beauty, its mountains and hills
Its oceans and seas and wondrous blooms.

I wonder if that is all there is to it.
I have heard that even Saints dream of coming to this earth,
For from here alone can man meet God.
From this frail body it is that the Spirit ultimately rises to his Creator,

This earth is the final frontier for the Soul.
Here it evolves
Here it buds and blooms,
Here it is it gathers gloom or light
And here it finally reaches its last and transcendental height
That is merging with its Creator,

The Son becomes the Father,
Light merges with light.
Herefinally it is that that brittle handful of manufactured loam
Becomes a living temple of love, wisdom and beauty.