Tuesday, 30 August 2016

SONNET XLVIII – HEAVEN’S GATE

They say that when you die your spirit soars
into the stars above this dreary globe
and others think you walk down peaceful shores
reviewing life to earn a shining robe
but though I might offend our God most high
I dare not set a foot on heaven’s stair
it’s beautiful up there where angels fly
but can’t be paradise with you elsewhere
I know it hurts, but cut a little hole
and carve a place to fit me like a glove
for heaven’s gate to me is in your soul
please hide me there inside your deepest love
     I cannot rest in peace eternally
     unless it be within your love for me

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