by Sandra S Corona
Monday, January 19, 2004
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Heaven, center of the galaxy,
all life anywhere looks up to see
Sometimes you pull the drapes, shut the door,
weary from all decadance galore
you can't ignore.
Ev'ry road leads to the middle maze
but only a few on heaven gaze ...
most just see haze.
Heaven, fact or fantasy? We'll see.
It's my home so please look there for me--
Enveloped in velvet ... glittery,
faith, alone, is the open-door fee.
Go there, you'll see.
Ev'ryday in heaven's paradise:
visions, sounds, touch are perfection ... nice.
I'll say it twice!
Aspire to heaven ... sweet paradise.
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Beautifully penned Sandra!!
|Reviewed by Sherry Gibson
|Makes me want to look up more often and really contemplate what is there! Nice to be back to view your work!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Heavenly write, Sandra; truly enjoyed~ (((HUGS))) and much love, your chilly Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :D|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Heavenly poem, Sandra!|
|Reviewed by William J. Cryer (Reader)
|Very nice, and thoughtful.|