Arts
After death, I shall dance on a sunbeam, And turn pirouettes in the air. Like the angels my body will move like a dream When in heaven I make my home there. I will climb up the rainbow one morning, And build castle-clouds in the sky. Aetherial battlements swelling and soaring And cloud-ships to move around by. One day I will scoot down a sun flare, And swim in the heart of the sun. And flame salamanders will come close and stare At their strange visitor who has come. For my spirit will blaze like a star-burst. Immortal, it never will die. For Jesus will free me from Adam's old curse And at last I will learn the whole “WHY?”.