Heaven On Earth

Beyond the gloom and grey of worldly ills I pass through flowered fields and rolling hills. A mountain sleeps beneath great oaks and pines That shade the giant ferns and climbing vines. There is a spring that flows up from the ground With nothing but tranquility around. It is the place I go to be alone To sit and think upon my pauper's throne. Sometimes I think about things said and heard. Seek clarity in mem'ries time has blurred. I'll think about my loved ones who have passed And all the years I've squandered living fast. As shadows lengthen 'neath the tiring sun And all the battles deep within are won. I always kneel and thank God for his grace Then feel His presence in my special place. 4/29/2021 by Daniel Turner