Coming Home

I look up into the winter sky,
To see the beams of heaven shining down,
Illuminating the snow filled valley,
Blinding my vision with light,
Enlightening my soul,
I look again and see heaven itself,
A glorious land that sits on a cloud,
I look upon the gates of heaven,
Golden wrought and silver trim,
An angel speaks out to me,
Welcoming me home,
This is my final journey,
I’m afraid this is where we part,
I must enter the golden gates,
And leave you behind,
I can see you through the flashes of light,
That falters my vision,
Can you not see that I need to go?
Heaven has been waiting for me,
To come home.





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Niyaroo This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 21, 2014 at 4:29 pm
I love the visuals you put in it :)
 
OneProzacADay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 16, 2013 at 12:00 am
It's visual, and paint's a good picture I guess. Aside from the grammatical errors, it's a nice poem.
 
No-one-knows-me.. replied...
Dec. 16, 2013 at 10:10 am
thanks for the feedback, Can you specify where the errors are?, it would be extremely helpful. thx  
 
Evey4321 said...
Dec. 15, 2013 at 10:17 am
Interesting word play... I really like it! :)
 
pen-to-paper said...
Dec. 15, 2013 at 1:37 am
Very moving with a nice flow; you felt an overall sense of peace at the end.  Nice piece.  Great job!
 
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