I wrote this upon meditating about end-of-life experiences and our journey to The City of Love

 

                               THE PROMISE

                        THE   CITY   OF   LOVE                

I am going home to my masion in the sky

I will fly so high, I will see you by and by

My mission here is complete,my worldly goods deplete

Do not wile away the time, act as tho you have not a dime

For money is a passing thing,and time is forever dying

In heaven time stands still, you already made it over the hill

Those in heaven are waiting, as your little ship comes sailing

Oh! What a glories day it is, to meet on that far-away shore

someday we will all be together, playing ring-around-the
rosy with Jesus, Mary and Joseph