From Here to There

There is on the edge of here,

    here is on the edge of there,

      between there and here,

        angels come and go and 

sometimes linger with us.

 

In the land of not yet there,

    here is always changing,

       the journey not the same,

new companions along the way.

 

To be here is to long for there,

    to be there becomes a new here,

       a home unlike any home,

but for now not yet ready.

 

To arrive there from here,

    makes here a memory,

       and there the new heaven,

longed for from the roads of earth. 

 

Rejoice, my soul, that here

    leads to the place called there

       where the saints wait for us,

and the Light no longer is dimmed.