Walking on the Fog waves,
i felt carried by the fog.
I wanted to go to God
and the fog knew it.
So they carried me.
I walked and walked
until I reached the pure white skies.
They carried me and brought me
to the gates of heaven.
There I waited and waited
for those emotional moments
when God will come down
to receive me to lead me
to God's sacred throne.
(Graphic: Fog Waves 8_zpszod2zd5a.jpg)
We want to go to the God. God is merciful. We wait and wait for those emotional moments. An outstanding write.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful dear Tony...it will be a joyful journey..You deserve a perfect 10