A poem that speaks of our heavenly destination.
As sure as the eggs hatch
and become baby chicks
and the moon shines over the water
Life flows onwards
towards its untimely demise
There is never a good time
to shed this bodily skin
Or leave this world behind
But infinity will christen us
Again and once more we will be embraced
as we are spirited forward
to perform our heavenly tasks
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