Infinity Road

As I approach the infinite long dark night I resist and resist it with all my might

I try and try to comprehend this end
To which all men must one day descend

Is it a sleep that all must take?
Or is it an eternal end that all must make?

I dream of awakening in light not dark
In a beautiful place to which all righteous men depart

Do we sleep the sleep of forever?
Or do we awake some other place altogether?
Does the answer to this ultimate question
Remain forever a process of eternal unanswered redemption?

On one glorious day from timeless sleep, I awoke And heard a beautiful and kind voice that sweetly spoke

My faithful son, at last, you have begun to understand Exactly your place in this troubled land

You, my beloved, have truly never ceased to seek
The infinite destiny that in eternity for you I keep

So for you and your family, no eternal death awaits
Because of your zeal to know your fate.
Soon I will bring you all to this most Holy Place
And there you will know I never forsake.

Very soon, you shall hear a sweet call in the dark of night Come, come into the Holy Glory of the Father Spirit of Mighty Might.

I walk in the cool of evening along sweet meadows I have never seen
As I smell the fragrances of grasses that have never been

Strange golden streams of crystal waters flow below
As blue glory of mighty skies above glow

I search the long forgotten memories in the attic of my mind
Along the twisted channels the very depth soul that I could not find

I see before me things so wonderful I knew from long, long ago
As I puzzle over the enigma of knowing what I do not know

Out there far beyond the knowledge of any man is revealed Something of such great mystery to it my heart had appealed

Why have I on this one thing so many years stalled?
Is this most infinite knowledge from many men would be appalled?

Finally, I Walked on through the shade of great trees that give eternal life
I hear the sweet forgotten voice that comes to free all from everlasting strife
High green new grasses in this new land do grow
As transparent waters chuckle dance, sparkle, and flow.

By Alan McDougall