Vision Of Light Poem by Joyce Hemsley

At the entrance to God's garden
the gates are made of gold,
and as I open them to enter
such peace and love unfold.

His garden is a picture
all neatly paved in white,
encircled by pink roses
and greenery of delight.

A Holy statue stands there,
upon the pebbled way...
the image of an angel
whose head bows low to pray.

I dream of this beautiful garden
just as I'm dreaming tonight
a retreat from life's humdrum reality
a retreat to a 'vision of light'.