Yonder

Beneath the clouds and rain, the world is grey.
Breaking through, skies are blue and sun is bright.
At end of day, the stars shine through the night.
Beyond these depths, the mind is led astray
to reaolms uf fantasy, wish-work and guess.
It happens Grace, unutterably sublime,
makes home in mansions past our space and time.
Our lives, in ways too cryptic to assess,
originate and return here, to gain
or give our karmic due. The beings we are,
self-shape to an agenda too bizarre
for men to comprehend and still be sane.
A life well lived will make a human wise.
New rank, in better fortune, is the prize.