Journey to Paradise
Patches of green level ground lie on hills between high mountains with snow covered peaks. Surrounding hills are covered with forests of oak, pine and a variety of luscious fruits and nuts. Underneath grow bushes with sweet berries, delicious mushrooms and wild flowers. Colorful butterflies dance about on flowers as birds sing on tree branches. Springs of sweet water sprout forth from many a place on mountain sides collecting in lakes of clear blue water below. It is neither too hot in summer nor too cold in the winter. Such is the place where the blessed dwell with dwellings beside the lake and on level grounds on hillsides. Earth is not paradise but bits of paradise lie scattered across the bosom of Mother Earth. Yes, Yes you say, surely there are places like that on Earth. But then you go on to add, we are seven billion strong going on to ten, there is not enough room for us all in paradise.
Ask the billions that scurry back and forthWhy they hurry so, what is it they seek?Most for money, money and greedYet some chasing their lustful need.A time comes when evil prevailsOnly a few left with hearts so purePeace on their mindsTruth on their lipsFor a blessing and a song so sweet.The Universe that created this allMay then deliberateA time has comeA time for an endAn apocalypseA time to siftThe chaff from the wheatTo send souls to a placeWhere they may then healWhere shall the souls go you ask?Universe has a place for them to baskIn deep bottomless pits so darkMother earth shall then spread the seed.New forests shall spring up on lands left freeFields that were for billions to feedBillions that scurried back and forthIn a furious hurryWith a frown on their browsPouring out from their insect like homesStacked one upon the otherAnd from side to sideNot different from an anthillLined up on roadsSome on footSome in cans of steelOne behind the otherLined up just like sheepThey scurry about for their feedJust like ants in the fieldSome to chase their lustful need.Where shall these souls go you ask?Many more animalsThe new forests shall needInsects to crawl upon the leavesThat time shall passWhen lust is called love so sweetWhen hunger is in eyes of childrenEyes open wide with griefTens of millionsChildren unaccompanied shall fleeTo be scattered across the face of earthNot to be picked up for a kiss and a hugBut to be declared illegal, an alien bugLock them up in cold damp cells.Says the leader with a smirk so wideWith a stain of feces visible on his behindThat time shall surely comeTo sift the chaff from the wheatThe blessed from the damnedIn a move that is swift and sweetA few to paradise that flourishes on EarthElsewhere too in this vast universeWhere physical bodies may not reachBut the soul may indeed