Of people from every  race, nation , tribe and language.

We are all taken to account.

We must never fall into any kind of rage.

We are certainly not saints.

Just struggling souls.

Always subject to restraints.

They come and go our souls.

Will we stand around the throne.

Along with the angels.

Or will we be left alone.

To life mere strangers in remote fells.

And so in hope and trepidation we walk on

And then we are gone.

….

We are only souls

And never to be the saints

But we keep trying