This rising from the dead is what all do,
Though not in body, as on Easter day,
And death is nothing that we need to rue
For our intelligence is here to stay.
Though bodies pass away, our minds remain
Eternally in the Ethereal field
Where they are cleansed of every mortal stain,
As on this earthly plane will be revealed
When once again our essence reappears
Embodied in a new identity
Free to pursue fresh challenging careers
And raise our standing in eternity—
Producing light, like current in a wire,
Glowing as resistances grow higher.