Everyone in heaven and hell, daily stroll,
the good is the ‘white’ flight,
the bad is the ‘black’ fall,
everything registers in the innermost core,
to know the scriptures within,
is to be in fore.
Suffering in variety shades, no ones free,
to do so for others,
sets an happy spree,
morose why on “what will be will be”
Destinies are afterthoughts,
what faith’s decree.
Good is to know the role,
that burning lights the soul,
the pain in selfless extol,
is not the journey, but in fact,
the goal.
For now, it seems…