Going Home Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Going Home



Let me rise in the fields on high
Images of fallen roses preserved
Remember the days of sunshine
We know we have a place reserved

Spring songs dance in my soul
Lovers laugh with smiles so free
Summer flowers rise and grow
Winds sing through happy trees

Soft golden leaves rich with sun
Autumn glory dazzles the mind
Winter winds will soon come
Gather your gifts and be wise

Time blends with ancient sorrow
Friends leave, walk a lonely mile
Where will I be come tomorrow?
Reality seems a test and trial

We have grown stalwart and old
Eternal angels help lead the way
Everlasting arms bring me home
At his cross my sin was paid

Monday, November 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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