Angels to sing : Thanksgiving Poetry

I climbed to the top of the mountain. The prize yet to find. Traveling slowly upward. Through the caverns of my mind.

I wait on death, as I no more fear her sting. I rejoice in the thought Of heaven and angels who sing.

To see you again to hold you close. To feel you once again. No longer a spirit or a ghost.

Thanks for this day and all the shadows it brings. I can only get closer.To the day when I hear angels who sing.

Originally Posted On Site: 2011-11-16 05:00:02
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