Poem: “Heaven: The Final Dimension”

Heaven: The Final Dimension

Meeting family never met
Where damaged children are lavished upon and injured souls repaired
Where Martin Luther King shakes your hand
With great affection
Strangers smile in passing
Where decent cut dresses, of silk with sparkling threads, are given without fee
No tarred roads to mend
No corn to husk
Land of cherry blossomed trees, scented pines
White fenced pastures
Northern lights are seen on a whim
Blue Mountain ranges
Many mansions sit along the shore-
Your summer habitation
Shimmering silver lined clouds
Ignite in flame by a setting star
The final dimension: Heaven within Heaven
To see God, to look into His eyes, to be held in His embrace

                                      ~Michele Marie

Michele Marie is a poet and creative writer from Illinois.
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