An unimaginable aptness

An unimaginable aptness                                                                           
 
You promise us bliss.  God’s bliss. 
That of which He is made.
 
Not joyful exuberance
nor ecstasy with its excruciation. 
 
Not merriment with its amiability –
to be proffered and shared.
 
Bliss implies serenity, a certain passivity,
coming to a quiet, shining rest,
 
yet more than mere contentment,
something beyond our humanity –
 
a culmination, the purpose fulfilled, destination reached;
the returning to a holy and unimaginable aptness. 
 
O child of God, bliss might be described
as the permanent end to feeling incomplete.