Heavens Gate
Walking down the street of the divine,
I see a length of space, between the here and time.
Mysteries abound, and clarity is real,
but it's not all how you think, and it's not all how you feel.
Distance is a thing, I can measure in my heart,
hearing thinking speaking, it's all of it, a part.
Planets constellations, and heaven now as well,
the gates are open wide, so all could see and tell.
If anything is hidden, if anything is blurred,
it's by your own demise, and in that darkness spurred.
Heaven's gates are calling, angels sing aloud,
calling to the humble, keeping out the proud.
Come into his presence,
come into his light,
surrender all the fighting,
and rest in arms so tight.
The end is the beginning, the beginning now the end
you've made a friend forever, a love that will not bend.
Copyright © Natalie Broomfield | Year Posted 2018
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