The New Jerusalem Poem by Paul Warren

I look across the open sky
The moon, the sun fly on high
I search for the New Jerusalem
And all that was promised then

If I were to stop and linger
Would there be an accusing finger
Pointing at me in the bright starlight
For I know my fight is right

And what will the end be
More than was scripted you see
For my long journeys made
Are forever a endless escapade

Then will there be a judgement
When I'd stand, close my eyes and vent
For the world will pace it out
While I stand tall and loudly shout.

© Paul Warren Poetry