Our world spins, revolving round the sun, as we keep moving, believing,
Grieving much of what we have left behind, weaving hope into the future,
Never deceiving now, receiving truth unadorned, naked, wisely perceiving,
And we’ll not back down, throw away life’s crown, play the part of a clown,
For we’ve been nurtured at God’s breast, furthered in maturity, encouraged,
Flown high to heaven’s perch, thrown low to hell’s gorge, to live full life,
And not without strife, yet no longer rife with pain, all for us now to gain
noblethemes 
Well penned and composed poem, Jonathan. All of us thrown from heaven’s abode to a world of illusion where we are playing double parts of pain and joy, happiness and strife. Let us hope all this will end one day and we will all live happily in God’s grace.
Yes and yes again. I couldn’t agree more. Thank you and, as always, God bless! You are dear to my heart!
You are always welcome dear Jonathan and same here. Much love and blessings to you. Stay safe and take care.