Thruth And Harps Poem by Sharron Stephenson

the road ahead is unkown,
corners we face are truly blank,
the trees are bare untill the spring,
movies we see are not beliveable,
people around us can tell some lies,
or even the truth,
about the way we behave,
the sunrise over the sea,
is like a beating of a heart,
in love,
sunset in darkness without,
the moon,
the stars that sprinkle,
that magic dust and May,
never shine above the,
cloudless sky,
the waves of the sea,
with a sign of a storm,
around the world,
when children lay dying,
parents are crying,
times must change,
and so should we,
music and souls,
are the sounds of the,
heaven above,
spirits that roam and,
that also flies are watching,
with hope that one day peace will fall,
on the earth,
the Lord we,
pray loves us all,
from the day we are born,
untill the day we stand,
at the gates at the,
top of the stairs on which,
we climb,
harps are singing and playing as,
our names are called,
on which we cannot hear untill,
THE JUNDGEMENT DAY