Life for a soul is more than a mere, Fast, fleeting moment spent idly here. Brilliantly beautiful, lightning – so quick, Then long ever after, its rumbles roll thick.
So, when Heaven forever calls a soul home, It flees before ashes, stacked stones, or deep loam. Transcending the realms of grief, pain, and time, From this mortal coil, it gently unwinds.
Arriving unbroken, undying, anew, Abiding eternally, healthy, and true, The spirit wields deftly a colossal glass So slowly sand slips through: eternities pass.