My burnt ashes can still breathe,
Flying with the friendly breeze,
On the way to the land,
Of my dreams,
The particles of its dust,
Can part ways with ease,
But the bond holding them together,
Is something called belief,
Belief in the ability to reach,
A land where there's only peace,
Where peace, love and relief,
Call it home,
It's the end of all my grief,
Where you'll find all of these,
Where the brightest light will seize,
Your heart not only your gaze,
It's God's best masterpiece,
Your new home where you'll receive,
A new everything,
New heart pulsing with hope and peace,
You'll forget all of your fears,
His hands will wipe your tears,
And his light will be your sun,
Is there any more beauty,
Than the place God prepared,
For all who seek,
Who knock and who ask,
For all of us, just please,
Fix your eyes on the eternal beauty.
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Note from the poet : the world has an end 🌍 but heaven doesn't ♥️
Sarah Adly
2/10/2018
