The Answer

Up to the gates of gleaming Pearl,     There came the spirit of a girl,     And to the white-robed Guard she said:     'Dear Angel, am I truly dead?     Just yonder, lying on my bed,     I heard them say it; and they wept.     And after that, methinks I slept.     Then when I woke, I saw your face,     And suddenly was in this place.     It seems a pleasant place to be,     Yet earth was fair enough to me.     What is there here, to do, or see?     Will I see God, dear Angel, say?     And is He very far away?'     The Angel said, 'You are in truth     What men call dead.    That word to youth     Is full of terror; but it means     Only a change of tasks, and scenes.     You have been brought to us because     Of certain ancient karmic laws     Set into motion aeons gone.     By us you will be guided on     From plane to plane, and sphere to sphere,     Until your tasks are finished here.     Then back to earth, the home of man,     To work again another span.'     'But, Angel, when will I see God?'     'After the final path is trod;     After you no more long, or crave,     To see, or hear, or own, or have     Aught beside - HIM.    Then shall His face     Reveal itself to you in space.     And you shall find yourself made one     With that Great Sun, behind the sun.     Child, go thy way inside the gate,     Where many eager loved ones wait.     Death is but larger life begun.'