If heaven is just
a hope,
life is glorious
but a hoax,
a tease,
a blink.

But a life of love and laughter
and,
yes,
trial and tears
is layered thick with yet
undiscovered meanings
if
its faith is fulfilled
in some

Continuation.

Otherwise,

a life is just
-life-
darkened,
always,
by the meloncoly hue of death.

Faiths Heaven points its light
always onward,
unfinished,
undiminished,
a never ending moment
without night.
Not back to dust!
But forward toward
an epoch of ever evolving

possibilities.

In Heaven,
Darwin meets Creator.
The chronicler of all diversity
greets
the Originator of all existence.

In collegial embrace,
smiles on each face,

reconciled,
reconsiled,
reconcsilled….