Will You care for my body whilst I am gone?

Will You see to its safekeeping till I am through?

Then carry me to where I long to be,
in ecstasy, always.


Let your helpers lift me high.

Bound and handcuffed let me sleep and travel far,
in that Golden Chariot of Light,
to an Abode like no other.


Let me see what eyes cannot perceive.

Let me taste the pure nectar of Your Realm.

Let me listen to what ears cannot hear,
sweet music divine.


Then take me back home,
since I have more living to do.

But when You call me, I shall be there for You
as You have been there for me,





George Barnard