'Golden Gate' - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Is there a heaven? Questions flow...
often we ponder on earth here below.
But someday very soon we may know for sure
when we ascend to that glorious shore.
Disbelief? We have suffered our share,
wondering - if, and when and where; but
with heartstrings in tune above a blue moon
we may hear Debussy's Claire de Lune.
Our doubts - we will throw them aside!
With pride, we shall hold our heads high,
and with a fresh start, we'll anticipate
the journey up to God's 'Golden Gate'.
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