The Gold Stairway

Now out of bed I stretch and yawn
And pull the shades that have been drawn.
The sunlight of a brand new dawn
Her rays of light upon the lawn.

Look towards the gardens quite profound
At nature’s beauty and her sounds.
The sparkling dew drops like a crown
Roll from the petals to the ground.

Towards the heavens I view the rays
Then thank God for another day.
Almost like it was on display
The light looked like a gold stairway.

I wondered if this all could be
These gilded step stones I could see.
I see an angel calling me
I hear her say it’s time to leave.

I have to change and look my best
A brand new suit is my request.
Let them view my eternal rest
Off to heaven the newest guest.

For me it will be hard to…

View original post 51 more words

This entry was posted in Uncategorized on by .

About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.