Then...

No tick of clock

No swift season-sweep

No moments pulsing

No waking, no sleep

No flesh and blood

No years fading fast

No dawn or dusk

Nor future nor past

 

No indifference

No unbelief, scorn

Nobody dies

And no one is born

No hypocrites

and no debate

When we pass through

That Final Gate

   

Then,

Heaven or hell

Is all there will be

In the home of the soul;

Eternity

© Janet Martin 

 Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. The earth and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them. Rev. 20:11