I can only imagine

The sun. The way everything is illuminated by the simple glow. Simplicity. It's as easy as breathing. The way all life goes on. The way your heart flutters as goose bumps spread over your arms. The way the rays kiss your skin; the way the trees make a canopy over you. When all is said and done; where will you be? Will you be singing or will you be perishing? Will the flames lick at your skin and bite until you scream? Or will you be kneeling at your knees; in awe? I can only imagine. If that day will come; will it come soon? It's your own personal sun. It sends you under beneath a wave of unexplainable mystery and pulls on you until you resurface.

It will be over. Everything you have worked for, everything you have, had, and want will be perished into gray and black ashes. The ground beneath your feet will be covered. Flames will soak up all other life forms. You won't be part of it.

You'll be at the foot of a king. Your voice will carry over the heavens as you sing. Your feet will be light on the ground, floating with your emotions. Your voice will catch at the base of your throat. Awe will spread through you like lightening.