At The Gates Of Heaven Poem by kimber harrison

The wind holds the dew,
down on the tree tops.
And the thunder rolls,
with a lighting shot.

A gleary moon,
under a blanket of clouds.
Eery is the presence,
of the sudden shroud.

A whisper in the wind,
that my ears nearly miss.
My heart feals suddenly light,
in this strange bliss.

And the clouds part,
and a meadow breaks out.
The sun shines,
and I hear angels shout.

And in the mist of it all,
I couldn't possibly miss.
The bright golden gates,
that end my apocalypse.

And standing tall,
strong and bright.
Is my Lord,
standing in the light.

And with open arms,
he sweaps me up.
He holds me close,
with love in his touch.

And each sin comminted,
each wretching wrong do,
was forgeven then,
and every day before I even knew.

At the gates of heaven,
I celibrated with joy.
The peace that God gives us,
this wonderful, beautiful ploy.