The New Jerusalem

I look across the open sky The moon, the sun fly on high I search for the New Jerusalem And all that was promised then If I were to stop and linger Would there be an accusing finger Pointing at me in the bright starlight For I know my fight is right And what will the end be More than was scripted you see For my long journeys made Are forever a endless escapade Then will there be a judgement When I’d stand, close my eyes and vent For the world will pace it out While I stand tall and loudly shout. © Paul Warren Poetry