High above us all it is located
Nobody was there to see how it was situated
There has not been a time that it has been vacated
Everyone's wish is to see it by the end of the days
All the bustles of man does not make any sense there
It exist on the foundation of no tears
Sitting on its highest is the Almighty
Watching the ways of man from afar
Receiving praises from sinners usually
Making use of trust and love every time
Man's journey seem to look like a day's activity to him
Caring and pitying he saves us from our iniquities
Commanding the legion of angels they guard us
With highest command they help regulate our lives
Making use of our conscience they talk to us
The end of the journey seem to be the beginning in another life
Not making use of our former life, we are to enjoy
The results of the old life they say determines hades or Paradise
Who knows how the end looks like
Live life to the fullest and make it in the Ecclesiastes.
From the Poem Book of Victor's Oright.
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