What treasures will be there
in the next life, what verdure,
what awakening winds, what tumbling streams,
what majestic trees!
It may be better than this,
better than our phantasies,
more than we can conceptualise, something to match
our greatest music.
Even so, there will be arduousness there,
the battered, twisted souls whose despair
has turned to cruelty, await us;
with our companions, warmly met, we will arise
to action; we cannot have bliss
and leave them in hatred and distress.
As here, ways will open
and show that help can happen.