WHEN THE PLAY IS DONE
In time, in space
we SLEEP, we race
are unaware of grace
a long long time through sorrow's pain
only pleasures are our gain
and all our walks seem lost in vain
HALF-AWAKE we pierce the veil
through intuition, but sometimes fail
and then -
sink into ignorance again
FULLY AWAKE from live's delusion
finally parted with all confusion
at last we understand
the wherefore and why
and grasp God's Hand
Marching through the Promised Land
we meet again the TREASURED FRIEND
- in the end
When the Play is Done
( An inspiration when thinking about El'vis......)
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Christine-Sarena
