Sonnet #140

Imagine two worlds running in two halls of creation

One, we call earth, and the other, we'll call Narnia

For lack of a better name, Well, the souls' stationed

On Earth end their term and pass to where armies of

lions massed against the white queen. The fallen 

in battle, the brave and heroic, are born again here

And after their time among the humans, the calling

of the Narnian world, they go, forever here and there

A back and forth of souls, passing through time

And myth is just the memory of other lives

And the stories that we tell are lessons of Narnia

The battles we seek are the redemption cries

Souls passing back and forth, like training for a

third world, not yet made, all the little sins grieved

clean, that we may pass this twin purgatories cleaved