Pensive, thoughtful, on another plain, farther away than
ever before.
More steps into the beyond than I've ever dared to tred,
yet God is leading me in His own ways, in His own time.
Leaning so slightly into heaven's realms, seeing it's
gardens, full of blue roses of sorrow, reserved just
for me.
Heavenly scents wafting towards me, even now filling my
senses with aromas fragrantly tantalizing.
Joyously, I step into the light, knowing I will be safe,
living still, knowing I will not be abandoned, but will
be standing here through the roughest trials in my life.
Holding family together for one another without doubts
or fears standing between us.
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