Where do souls begin and where do they end?
Or does the beginning and ending simply blend?
Maybe there’s a glistening pool in Heaven, with souls floating a’flutter.
Each a fire, a light, swimming wildly like a boat with no rudder.
Each waiting their turn to go down below to begin their new start.
The Lord knows each light and can tell them apart.
And when it’s time, He scoops up the chosen soul and holds it tight.
He says, “Go, free-will I give, try to do what is right.”
From His mighty lips, He gives the child a windy blow.
Sending the child to the family He’s chosen, for He knows.
And when that soul has lived and has learned, and its time is finished.
Does the fire go out? Is the light diminished?
Or does that light keep burning bright somewhere else for all to see…
That a life lived for God will bring a light back to eternity?
Written by Amy Blount Jan 2019