beauty of a poem and "where [our] sight fails"

God Speaks

Death is ugly?

Oh, my children,

No.

If you knew

The beauty

That begins where

Your sight fails

You would run

Run, run

And leap

With open arms

Into eternity.

But sad

Is a harvest

of green wheat.

And

So you would

Feverishly

Cling to earth

And finish

Your mortal task

I merely gave

Death

An ugly mask.

-Carol Lynn Pearson