Which Remains Flanking Death?

Living life left out or as dead doornail doomed in this world but no longer living dreaming or in danger escaped evil to God’s great haven of Heaven? Dare I ask you to compare copies coping with each agonizing alternative? Just jump right at these presumptions to tell me which you would prefer? Locked lethargy liked as a shell should not be one’s fate. Walking in the house heralding days out to the doctor or store, pain is always at hand. Brightness the newness of the house relieves some of the dreary days lost momentum. Performing tasks of cooking on the new shinny stove, or working on the floors of fine brown carpet or other totally tiled rooms, help her day pass by a little faster. Inside the wreck wrongly has stolen identity or life’s intents. Work she poured a good deal of zest into has been taken from her. Providers of the head land one confused, where if left alone, like a cat of nine lives, most would be on their feet again. But now a shell, hell not even that is in her anymore. Flying finding God’s peace should be her choice. No one knows what is next but faith found provides the answers. All else on Earth God would comfort comparatively according to the need. She that could reside in Heaven with God must be left to her ability to choose. Pouring proudly over confident words, freedom to be where one wants to be if of sound mind must abound. Humanity if it denies this has turned to insanity masked as sane.