Hallowed Heavens Poem by mark anthony st. rose

In the hallowed heavens
where souls abound,
and haloed angels
with harped sound,
celebrate freedom with
all its glee,
celbrate peace that
endless be.
And within the joys,
and within the dance,
see the gleam, God,
his glissful glance.
And pure hearts smile
with love untold,
now God's immeasurable
embrace unfold,
of the eternal now
and things to come,
of blissful brow
and majestic dome.
He hints of the future,
its perpetual suns,
the timeless clock
of the revolving seasons.
He hints of the beauty
that is yet to be,
his undying wish
for all to see.
'tis only a prelude
of pristine empire,
untouched by hate,
or evil's desire,
where the weather
rains rainbows,
and a soul of glory
all our clothes.
and back he comes
to the eternal now,
but still his smile
upon blissful brow,
and he touches my hand,
my raptured heart,
and said you are about,
this journey to embark.



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