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
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2021
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