What a Menagerie of Souls


What a menagerie of souls,

All surely imperfect from their crowns to their soles.

Yet God will still forgive

All who truly for Him seek to live.


Lions, bears, turtles, oh my,

All led by the Lamb not again to die,

Along with all God's other creatures always

Who seek only their Creator to praise.


Holy, holy, holy is the Creator of all,

And to all who will listen, He will call.

Untold angels who heed His holy words

Are always ready for duty as soul guards.


What a menagerie of stars and worlds

Surely created by God's holy hands and words,

Jewels in His infinite Universe

Shining brighter than are often visible to eyes of Earth.


Terrestrial-type rocky worlds or Jovian-style gaseous giants,

White dwarfs or black holes, or anywhere between, for either worlds or stars,

The One True God of the Universe

Surely made them all along with all their countless related galaxies.


Arraying them one and all as He then sees

Fit, He arranges numerous light balls

In countless constellations,

And to them all quite often attaches innumerable unique worlds.


What a menagerie of wonders

There surely are on countless worlds

And in uncountable star systems,

Both in the natural and the supernatural senses.


Tall mountains, deep oceans,

Great rain forests, and large deserts,

And all terrains in between,

All were created by the One True God in Heaven.


Comets, nebulae, asteroids, and clusters,

Spirals, barred spirals, and irregular galaxies,

And all other kinds in between of wonders

Astronomically-natured, they were

Made by the Great Weaver of the Divinely-woven Cosmos

Without any possibly deniable proofs.


What a menagerie of souls there will surely be walking Heaven's Halls,

Including many like this humble turtle-like pilgrim, who always

Seeks to heed as best as best as he can, his Master's call,

Even while always trying to praise the God of all.


What a menagerie of souls

There will surely be as turtle pilgrims and countless others dance in Heaven's Aisles

And walk on streets of gold

In lands that are never old

Just across the River Jordan,

In the Holy City of New Jerusalem, the resurrected Cosmos, and Second Eden.