I Shall Ride The Wings Of Heaven - Poem by Franc Rodriguez
Within my ailment pass the welkin is my salvation.
It is a place where cherubs chime melodies of mirth.
There I find solace underneath his protection.
Through him I have found a fresh and new rebirth.
I am meek and he shall lead me on the path of bliss.
Blithe I will be that he shall rid me of my solitude.
It is a solitude that I shall not come to miss.
Forlorn I shall no longer be, for I await his rectitude.
As death approaches nigh I shall not dare to cry.
My body and soul once breathed on this earth.
I know that I shall be joyous when I finally die.
I see the angels coming and my plight was of worth.
I shall not travail within my toilsome imprisonment.
I will run the gauntlet of this everlasting domain.
I am freed of this once haunting bereavement.
I know that I shall ride the wings of Heaven.
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