A Poem I Will Often Read At Funerals For Follwer's Of The Way

What must it be like to step on shore and find it - heaven;
To take hold of a hand find it - God's;
To breath a new air and find it - celestial;
To feel invigorated and find it - immortality;
To rise from the care, the loneliness and turmoil of earth into one unbroken calm;
to wake up and find it - GLORY.