Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

Glass Ceiling Skies

Quote: When these corporal bodies of ours have blown away into  the wind like shredded ribbons loosed from a kite, towards glass ceiling skies we will fly, then go to a place where no one ever truly dies. 

Up in heaven the flowers are blooming softly and with great intent 
for God pitched a great big tent up there, for those who need it most 
No greater joy than to live for all eternity wrapped in His loving light  
Heaven, a place where even eagles say goodnight...

Up in heaven there is no war, no famine and no disease 
for love is the warrior that never ceases to exist 
and compassion is the gold ring of great, great mercy 
No safer place to be than in the Kingdom of God 
where Angels sing and trumpets blare 
and we are like rare porcelain to His eyes 

Heaven, a place where even butterflies say bye-bye.

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Sally Eslinger March 28, 2024 at 2:33 PM Yo! Dear one, this is a Fav i’m printing out! As u know, i understand about the cosmic war…so i Love the phrase,”love is the warrior that never ceases to exist…” My study has increases Love as created my God, to incluse what we woukd call separate from it like forgiveness, peace, etc. Great pen! Showering roses at your feet. Hugs, too…sally Mystic Rose Rose March 29, 2024 at 3:57 AM No need to throw roses at my feet dear one, I'd rather you pluck one and insert it into your own heart, and know it was from me to you xo

Silent One March 28, 2024 at 11:28 AM I love that last line.. a profound poem my friend.. Mystic Rose Rose March 28, 2024 at 1:22 PM Butterflies know better than us, when to rise above and leave the world behind, thanks for leaving me a comment S, always a pleasure reading your well thought out words.

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 28, 2024 at 7:42 AM Dear Rose, your artistic words paint a celestial canvas, depicting a realm where earthly burdens fade into whispers and souls soar towards "glass ceiling skies." In this ethereal haven, flowers bloom with purpose, and love reigns eternal, casting out shadows of strife. I loved your vision of heaven transcending earthly limitations, inviting us to the beauty of eternity and the tender embrace of God's grace. Honestly, in this heavenly abode, even butterflies bid farewell with a whisper of joy. - Blessings, Daniel Mystic Rose Rose March 28, 2024 at 1:21 PM lol indeed the butterflies do ode His creation with nothing else but Joy, and your comment is poetry itself ! Thank you :)