It’s a long way to Forever
Seems I’ve been walking miles
And miles, days and more days
But I can see it, gleaming ahead
Creator’s colors, Crayola box full
Spark-blooming fireworks play with sun
Video preview of joys to come…
As if balloons were tied to my shoulders
I feel lighter with every step
Lifted from road ‘neath hurrying feet
Eager, approaching God’s front porch…
“Welcome to Glory, son—you’re home!”
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A joyful walk back home. I love this: “approaching God’s front porch”. Reading your light-filled poem I became that child of God. Thank you for sharing.
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Ohhh my, what a lovely comment–I’m glad, and thank you!
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My pleasure.
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❤
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Beautiful…promise of a brighter day keeps us going.
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Yep, it does.
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It’s a long way to Forever
What a perfect opening line…Lovely poem.
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Thank you very much for the compliment.
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A glory filled, joyous poem! It has such a great flow and energy! Well done!
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Thank you much.
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