Heaven
I’ve heard it said that heaven has
Streets of the purest of gold
But what I seek in that great place
Is my mom’s dear hand to hold.
And if my mansion is prepared
With four-score of rooms or more
‘Twill only be of greatest worth
If filled with my friends galore!
For heaven is the home of God
Who is love and all things good
No place for material wealth
As I now have understood.
Instead, the beauty of heaven’s
Not defined by wealth inside.
No, its source of countless allure
Are the souls that there abide.
Sept. 11, 2018
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2018
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