In Heaven

“It’s Heaven, I see In all its beauty. One day you’ll come And join me.” And though they couldn’t hear Her whispers in their ears Colors from the setting sun Served as reminders; A place more glorious Than mortal eyes have known Awaits for us As our eternal home Awaits for us In Heaven

August’s Pages

She has a way about her Hot-tempered She boils and stirs The air Until heavy and thick Weighted In the intensity We bow Resigned to knowing Mere flowers, we are Dried between August’s pages An homage to her When the calendar reflects The depths of wintertime

Praying

Some days are for praying Down on our knees While asking for a miracle We cannot yet see ********************** Some days are for praying Down on our knees To joyfully give thanks For the miracle received