La Flor, Por Sofia
She now sits awaiting the gates
Standing in a heavenly state
He robeless gown woven of air and mist
And her body made new every inch
The lofty welcome her in
Each one with a reverence
The nectar of Eden drip from the trees
While the songbirds lift their beaks sing
She breaks bread with our ancestors untold
And shares her coffee with waiter,
The windows and ceilings made from crystals and stones
While road paved beneath her is sealed with gold
Her feet skip and dance down every alley way
For her pain is gone and suffering no longer stays
Her feet never weary nor do her hands quake
For she has been replenished no fully awake
Only if her loved ones could see her new eyes
Not a tear in sight
Let the beasts of heaven come near and rejoice
For her life they make noise
She doesn’t escape the the sound this time
For the symphonies of heaven have beseeched her
Her hands clap louder than the disease that plagued her
Her feet are light like the clouds that sit beneath her
Her voice lifts high, for death cannot reach her
And there is no night dim out her light
There is no war left to fight
And nothing left behind
She has all she needs
And wants nothing more
Solo para sentarse
junto a la flor
Copyright © Rebekah Guerra | Year Posted 2020
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