Where do poets go
When their thoughts fade away?
Surely a poets bed at death,
Will be a sad ending or a bright beginning.
Beyond the closeness of earth,
Lies a pasture filled with love.
You will graze in it every day,
And never feel you've had enough.
The love that God provides,
Is beyond any we have experienced.
Yet it was God's plan, in simplicity,
To know this love for all eternity.
Love ya!
Jane
well done
never stop writing!!
m