Deep in the bosom of eternal light
Far from the darkness flowing here
Lies the mansion of delight
And rooms prepared by one so dear.
High in the heavens is my home
Far from the wreckage rotting here
A kingdom with a King upon its throne
And creatures bowing low in fear.
Low in the valley here I wait
Far from Land and Home
Marching with a heavy weight
Under starry dome.
2 comments:
I really enjoy your poetry.
Well, perhaps it was predestined.
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