Finest Of My Sundays

I walk the clouded kingdom of my Father

Who is and will ever be known

For His son walked the water

And His love is always shown

 

I can prove it

I was man

Have no shame to now admit

For a time I was doomed for the nether pit

 

But in my most trouble time

I found in Him a friend divine

It took days, months, years

And countless tears

 

But today on the anniversary

Of my death

I tell you now, i have no regret

 

If i still lived below the air

I'd dress my best and

Comb my hair

for these are the best days of my life

and more tranquil than what i had down there

 

Wind that smells of roses, honey, warm milk

Rushes through my hair

And rustles my gilded wings

All who dwell here with Him and His

Are blessed

I can not speak for all the rest

 

I know the power of the light

It breaks apart the cold evil night

Illuminates all the good

Even that which is viewed as

dead in the souls down below

 

He brushed away all my sin

Made me pure and whole again

I owe all to He

And though I may not always be

Here in the sky

He will be, for he shall never die

 

I have breathed the dust of the Clouds of Life

I have no physical pain, nor mental strife 

Sights beyond magnificence I have beheld

The saved coming in with white robes soft

And my brother angels, singing to His grace

Truly there could be no finer place

 

 

 

Reviews

[FeliciaS (Poetic Prince..]

This is nice

[The Perfectionist]

I generally avoid religious works because I'm biased against them (I'm agnostic and I hate preachy people), but I read this over anyway. Your description and devotion are actually very...human, which is a nice change, and it's written beautifully and respectfully without crossing the line into annoying. That's a feat in itself if you ask me. As much as it pains me to say it, this was really good.

[Iota]

Wow, this is really good. I like all your work but from time to time you write something stunning like this. This poem pours off the tongue with a positive message and meaning. Bravo

[apocalypse]

Really good write.