Places of Heaven Poem
Places of Heaven
If
I choose to live a life of peace I might find needed rest.
My
days fold up like a crease as I try to pass this test.
A
stumble here, but not a fall; I know I’ll carry on.
Walking
strong and standing tall, till a new day is dawn.
Places
of Heaven call me and I pursue their distant cry.
My
eyes can really see this bliss shining bright in the sky.
On
my trying travel I seek to gather others.
As
the days unravel, I find out that we’re all brothers.
Though
some of us depart, the bond is never broken.
It
stays deep in the heart, every word that’s spoken.
Our
ways, thoughts and attitudes are all made mention of.
From
far and distant latitudes, we’re looked on from above.
No
matter what appears, we all know the way to go.
Overcoming
our fears, we march on with friend and foe.
Now
when the day arrives that will take us from the Earth,
We
shall look upon our lives and appreciate our worth.
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