My Heaven
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When my days on earth come to their eternal end,
I wish to find myself at heaven's gate;
ever to spend,
if this my fate.
And in this eternal city my beloved dwell,
on my day- those gate's will fling open wide;
of course, I could go down and down to hell,
but, I really doubt that- through those gates I will glide.
A crystal clear river will flow,
and on either side great trees will grow.
And will the streets be pure gold,
as the bible has told?
It is said the walls are made of gems shining bright,
I don't care for gems- flowers would be nice;
they would delight,
and a sky of blue ice.
It is said that there will be no mourning or tears,
no more death and that all sorrow has passed;
oh, to just exist without earthly cares,
to roam this city of gold- so great and vast.
To lay on cool grass green and lush,
watching the heavenly hush.
I will become an angel with wings,
yes, listen for me- when a bird sings.
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August 21, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/My Heaven
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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