heaven
I always get visions of heaven
Of choirs deep in worship and praise
Their voices rising in monotonous grace
Singing &holy, holy& like the bible says
I get visions of the pearly gates
And St. Peter his face wrinkled with age
I see the assembly of saints
Walking along streets gold paved
Draped in white cassocks with gold crowns
Their fair faces forgetting how to frown
I see the good angel Michael in all his might
Hovering overhead, such a beautiful sight
I see so many faces, too many to count
But I never see any friend, not one
The visions come to me in the dark silent night hours
As vivid and clear nightmares
I choose the realm of Hades, paradise forsaken
For I fear growing homesick in heaven.
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Ubuntu:I am because we are.
PoésieUbuntu is an ancient African word meaning "I am because we all are". The bookis a collection of poetry written by teenage African writer Shemei covering a wide range of topics. keep reading......