Heaven, Where Love Enfolds
Twice I saw a glimpse of heaven in separate dreams.
In my youth, I saw a busy place with chariots and gold.
But recently, I looked down at heaven from a hill; my soul gleams.
There were small cottages on empty streets; there love did enfold.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2012
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