For ways to Heaven,
And views of Hell,
I thank you for the warnings.
And thank you for the morning too,
It’s orange, glare and shine.
And for the many nightmares,
That nightly, I make mine.
And thank you for my life,
I think that I am free,
And thank you for my questions,
And always for making me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks be to God for my Good Friend. Hugs Jan