God's Own, Real Estates Poem by Michael Gale

She was relaxed in the arms of her lover...
So relaxed in fact that no Angels could,
or would dare to fly above Her.

The clouds all white and
felt, soft against Her skin...
Was where the Angels of Her
Kin to play without thoughts
or alienable and hate filled sin.

She is now with Her friends
in realm of Saints...
No longer Be She a slave to
Her mere mortal and Human
Being's, chains.

She now flies free and clear...
To Our heart, held so tight
and Dear, as near.

She has climbed the stairs
way up to Heaven's gates...
Forever now resides in
God's Estates.