Below is the poem entitled The City through the Mist! which was written by poet
Davidson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I can almost see that city standing proudly through the mist.
Glimpses of its splendour, breathtakingly enlist,
My sense of curiosity, as I try to reach the door,
Free from pain and agony at last forevermore.
The next thing that I saw, as I passed from dark to light,
Was the surgeon’s knife descending, I may have lost the fight!
A gentle voice was calling, softly in my ear,
“Come to me my child, there is no need to fear.”
I walked with bands of angels, along great streets of gold,
Multitudes were praising, this presence long foretold.
For all the wrongs I’d done, before His mighty throne.
I bowed down to His majesty, I wanted to atone,
The last thing that I saw as that scene passed from my eyes,
Were precious stones and diamonds, pouring from the skies.
I know a place is waiting, when my life’s journey’s done,
No storm clouds will obscure that never ending sun.