The Gold of Heaven
(A Salute to William Butler Yeats)
Had I but sight of heaven’s gold
its streets’ transparent sea of light
with Christ the Son upon his throne
beside his Father in royal scope.
I’d take a brush and dip in hope
to paint the scene for all to view
the gold of heaven in holy light,
such warmth and light as never seen
in earthly skirts of common green -
implant a hunger in each heart
for light and love as offered free
at utmost cost from Father God
who gave his Son to ransom me
and thee.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2016
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