I can almost see that city standing proudly through the mist.
Glimpses of its splendour, breathtakingly enlist,
My sense of curiosity, as I try to reach the door,
Free from pain and agony, at last forevermore!
The next thing that I saw, as I passed from dark to light,
Were enchanting scenes of splendour, a kaliedescopic sight.
A gentle voice was whispering, softly in my ear,
"Come to me my child, there is no need to fear."
I walked with bands of angels, along great streets of gold,
Multitudes were praising, this presence long foretold.
I bowed down to His majesty, I wanted to atone
For all the wrongs I'd done, before His mighty throne.
The last thing that I saw as that scene passed from my eyes,
Were precious stones and diamonds, pouring from the skies.
I know a place is waiting, when my lifes journey's done,
No storm clouds will obscure, that never ending sun.
Copyright November 2005 Robert Cartwright-Davidson
