When That Sure Then Is Now

Someday beneath time’s wide-eyed sigh

And wind-swept passes we will lie

A stone-carved epitaph perhaps

To mark our resting-place of ash

Tell me, when that sure Then is now

(with dash of feet above our brow

Still unsnared by eternity

Where Death bares immortality)

Tell me, when This returns to dust

And we witness firsthand its trust

Forever, for eternity

Do you know where your soul will be?

© Janet Martin

 Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord;
    let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
Psalm 95:1