The Shore Awaits
Cotton candy skies, crystal blue sea,
The wind blows my sails.
As the sandy shore summons me.
Yet, I’m not ready to leave.
God will have to take me
Against my will, for you
See I’m not afraid to die
But here in the splendor of
The day all that is missing
Is St. Peter’s Gate, so you
See Heaven, has a good reason
To wait.
© JB 2009
by Jennifer Brooks
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