Monday, April 6, 2015


            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.