The Stairway To Heaven Poem by Denis Martindale

Defiant dreams begin at night
Before the brightest dawn,
As if one's soul was in a fight
So new hopes could be born...
And so it was, that this poor soul,
Began the upward climb,
Beyond both space and time's control
To Heaven's Gates sublime...
The hours passed and days passed, too,
As sun and moon decreed...
Regardless of my point of view,
Regardless of my need.
Starvation, thirst and peace of mind
All struggled side-by-side,
Yet I had left the world behind,
In Heaven to abide...
Christ promised me a mansion there,
How could I doubt His word?
I knew how deeply He must care
And faith within me stirred.
My arms and legs were tired out
And all my strength had gone...
Desparate prayers led to a shout,
For strength to carry on...
I stared on high and saw two wings
Come floating near to me...
Now I know why each angel sings
Throughout eternity...
I put them on, then flew above,
I soared like eagles can...
To Heaven's Gates, to meet my love,
My friend, the Son of Man...
We wept like babes, both truly blessed,
As trumps and harps now played...
Then we walked on, to meet the rest,
Who by their faith obeyed...