I was reading John Bunyan’s “Prison Meditations” tonight and these three little stanzas make a solid little sub-poem that I found very encouraging.
We sell our earthly happiness
For heavenly house and home;
We leave this world because ’tis less,
And worse than that to come.
We change our drossy dust for gold,
From death to life we fly:
We let go shadows, and take hold
of immortality.
We trade for that which lasting is,
and nothing for it give,
but that which is already his
by whom we breathe and live.
—John Bunyan, from Prison Meditations
