What is salvation, the choir sings, what is it that the future will bring?
Will it be gates of pearl, will it be great wisdom making sense of the pain in the world?
Will there be streets of gold, or treasures untold, will life’s mystery unfold before our once uninterested eyes?
When the cold ground settles and dries, and time has forgotten the tears once cried, over the grave that swallowed what you once called life.
What will it be for you and me? Will we finally be free? Or will be wish we had a chance to do it all over again?
Asking for forgiveness from a dear old friend, connecting with a relative before the end, giving to help those living with struggle and pain, forgetting what it means to blame, complain, or to remain in the sad cycle of should of, could of, would of.
Will we wish someone had dished about the secrets to this here thing called life? Wouldn’t that be nice? Waking up in the morning and no longer longing for things to finally go your way, to simply wake up and be excited to say, “This is going to be a most excellent day!”
That sounds like salvation to me, declared the choir director ignorantly while directing the congregation to the wrong tree so when they leave they’ll forget to see what is in front entirely.
The rear view mirror has never been clearer but it’s an illusion that does not exist anymore. This is what mirrors are for, to keep us looking on what is behind until we become so blind we can no longer find the hunger and passion that we’ve convinced ourself to ignore, even though it put us in the driver seat to explore.
Perhaps, when we’ve come to the end, and this sad choir is our only friend, we’ll see we were always free even though we behaved as comatose slaves who prayed for a savior delayed eternally.
It will be then, our hand will extend, to grab hold of the steering wheel of life all over again, loving ourselves, enemies and friends, living for the moment and forgetting the past while still creating memories that last.
Finally in the driver seat driving and having a blast!
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