Come go with me beyond the blue skies. Everything there is peaceful and wise. Lakes and trees and endless seas, but not much pollen ... no need to sneeze.
Rows and rows of tulips and roses: Abraham, Joshua, Jacob, and Moses. Thousands and thousands of tall purple mountains. Rabbits and squirrels drinking at fountains. A stress free zone where pain cannot enter, with a 24 karat gold throne in the center.
Sidewalks made out of fresh water pearls; thick white clouds of ice cream swirls. Jasmine and Rasberry scent fill the air, that monarch butterflies and honey-bees share. This is a place where there is no trace, of grief and sorrow, no poverty or famine ... no need to borrow.
Copyright 7/25/08
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It sounds as though you have written of heaven...beautiful writing...and if we try hard enough...we can find a piece of heaven while still here on earth.
Beautiful Harold. I can see what you wrote. The images are very good ! The poem has a soft endearing quality. We all have a consept of what Heaven is like. You took me there!....M
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