Everyone here on planet earth
Just is passing through what’s life,
A journey so short in space & time,
Yet a fleeting trial for what is to come!
Some make it fine, others make it shine,
Many often only pine or repine.
Some become kind, others become refined,
Many, of course, make only a beeline!
Every soul that anchors in Christ,
Has no serious fear for day or night,
Naught can disturb them, slight or blight,
They just know to live by faith not sight!
Their days may be seventy or seven,
Their homes may be like hell or heaven,
Their might may heighten or lessen,
But they would only to their Lord often listen!
Such ones don’t seem to matter while alive,
We have often just brushed them aside.
Yet somehow they have to managed to survive,
Until they do stand before Him and jive!
None can measure the extent of their worth,
Nor realize the depth of their lonesome berth!
Many know not that earth has actually disdained
What heaven holds dear as great gain!
MULLINGSPICE 
Sub;ime. A must read again. And again. And again, savouring each line.
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Thank you so very much. Really appreciate you taking time to read it.
This actually flowed out of a death. I sent the title of this poem as a condolence message to Roma Downey regarding Della Reese death (both from Hallmark Channel’s Touched by an Angel series). I then continued on to write the poem!
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