When I awake, I shall be filled.
With the vision of your presence , O Lord.
Our soul and its meaning is tilled.
As we cross this life’s uneasy ford.

What will we see after death.
Worse than blackness, nothing .
Or a welcoming blazing hearth.
Extraordinary , amazing.

As I read the psalm.
I felt I knew.
Filled with a greater calm.
A wider vision , a new view.

Faith received.
In this moment , I believed.

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Vision of presence
At death , the vision
Of the Lord

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See Psalm 17