Hopeless and vain world

I'm sick, but not dying, not yet.
Will the passage around the belt of the universe
Open to display the astounding brilliance
Of the millions and millions of
Infinite viewers, clashed
Upon each other in a world not unlike ours.

Far, not here.
I see them, the future, our future.
The doors that once enclosed a different time
In a different space parallel to our own
Existence, in divine form.
Those doors are open,
Reaching through an absence of light
He is gone.
Not here,
Not anymore.

Now we find ourselves in times of hunger,
Death and the pain of a lost belief.

Will we ever find the way home?
That my reader we won't know
It's up to our children
And their children to look upon finding a
Way for humanity to gain its
Access back home
To his kingdom, away from this
Hopeless and vain world
That we now live in and somehow
Learned to Love.