I dream of hope, fulfilment pending,
where streams of grace fill wells of tending.
Where verdant fields are flush with flowers.
their fragrance fills, serve endless hours.
Where mountain peaks reach to the sky,
garrulous geese, formations fly.
This place of beauty, beyond Earth,
where man and beast possess great worth.
Bright summer days that never end,
where grace and love forever blend.
One single light - forever's beam,
shines on the twilight's restful theme.
Where truth and justice ever reign,
and time is banned - with gentle rain
Where fulsome fields are flushed and crowned,
of gentle songs, and sonorous sound.
I hope my friend, you're lifted up,
where saints and angels gladly sup.
Where songs of praise in glory's courts,
have been redeemed and dearly bought.
R.Owen 13/02/2021
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Author Notes
Isaiah 28:4-5
And the glorious beauty is a fading flower Which is at the head of the verdant valley, Like the first fruit before the summer, Which an observer sees; He eats it up while it is still in his hand. In that day the LORD of hosts will be For a crown of glory and a diadem of beauty To the remnant of His people,
NKJV
Thanks for reading. R.Owen
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