My Original Poetry/Published/Copyright

I looked to the sky,
On this clear cool day,
As the clouds floated by,
I was so amazed.

With the sun shining bright,
In the heavens I could see,
The birds taking flight,
As graceful as can be.

I wondered what it was like,
To gently spread my wings,
To soar out of sight,
Close to heaven, I’d be.

But that is not our purpose,
On the ground we will stand,
Until God that has created us,
Takes us by our hand.

Until that time has come,
We will walk along the shore,
And know that soon, for some,
We’ll be at Heaven’s door.