When Heaven finds the earth,
there will be no need for counting,
no tally of our scars to prove our worth.
When Heaven finds the earth,
there’ll be no more broken mirrors
to show us lesser versions
of who we’ve been or feared we were.
When angels walk the fields, may our burdens rise as dew.
When angels walk the fields, may the weight we bore break through.
When angels walk the fields, may our bodies turn to light,
and every sorrow take it’s flight.
Alexandria, this was beautifully woven. Very nice!
Daniel
Thank you so much, Daniel.
Nice flow but left me wanting one more verse. Perhaps its a good thing I don’t always get what I want. I’ll. Simply enjoy the good message that is 🌼
I thought it needed more too. Thank you 🙏
Enjoyed this.
Thank you. I’m sorry it took me so long to answer.
Beautifully penned, Alexandria. So nice to hear a positive and uplifting message my friend. Fantastic write. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you so much, Damian. You’re very appreciated.
Love it
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.