#echoesofmeditation

When the islands are finally removed from the sea, each ligament and network will sway in peaceful harmony.

Only then will the taste of wine, mammon and lust grow bitter, because the souls of men now hold on to a higher hope. 

Zones of pleasure will now look like ashes, not even able to compare to dust in Zion, and men will finally begin to see a journey worthwhile.

Their eyes will be opened to see and strength will be infused into them to travel depths in Christ to reach the Father. 

Only then will the beautiful city become tangible through the eyes of Faith, as we look up to obtaining our sole inheritance—God.  At that time, this world and it's glories will become not but a necessary phase, casted into passing shadows that holds no weight.

Oh and as we partake from that Tree of Life, let the islands finally be removed from the sea, so that each ligament and network will finally sway in peaceful harmony.