How peaceful it must be for the faithful to fall asleep
Grateful for the privileges of the day gone by
Hopeful about what tomorrow has to offer.
How comforting it must feel to find His blessings everywhere
As the rest of us indulge in the delusion
Of perseverance and probabilities.
How does a mind achieve transcendence?
When every experience is woven into the fabric of logic.
Is there solace in being a faithful sinner?
Or shall I feel contempt as an indifferent mass of consciousness?