Rhonda Jackson (5 Apr 2004)
"Poem written after my second visit to Heaven, a true story"


GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY

 
HEAVEN IS SO BEAUTIFUL

I SAW IT IN A VISION

AND IF I HAD THE CHANCE TO GO THERE AGAIN

IT WOULD BE A SIMPLE DECISION.
 
 

THE STREETS OF THE CITY ARE PAVED WITH GOLD

IT'S GATES ARE MADE OF PEARL

THE RAIN BOWS THERE AROUND GOD'S THRONE

ARE NOT FOUND IN THIS WORLD.
 
 

THE FLOWERS DANCE, THE FLOWERS SING

THE MUSIC FILLS THE AIR

BUT IF YOU LOOK TO SEE THE SOURCE

IT COMES FROM EVERYWHERE.
 
 

THE WIND OF HEAVEN IS SWEET AND GENTLE

IT FEELS LIKE A LOVING CARESS

THE PERFUME OF ROSES RIDES ON IT'S WINGS

AND IT BRINGS YOU SUCH PEACE AND SUCH REST.
 
 

THE COLORS WITH WHICH GOD HAS PAINTED HIS KINGDOM

MAKE THE COLORS WE KNOW SEEM SO DIM AND SO PALE

WITH THE EYE OF AN ARTIST, HE HAS CREATED A MASTERPIECE

AND IT'S THERE, WAITING, SHINING, JUST BEYOND THE VEIL.
 
 

THE FAMILY OF GOD RESIDES IN THAT PLACE

THE ONES WHO HAVE GONE ON BEFORE

THOSE WHO SUFFERED AND DIED BUT NOW IN JOY DO ABIDE

WHERE THEY'LL NEVER KNOW GRIEF ANYMORE.
 
 

THE ANGELIC ARMY HAS HEAD QUARTERS THERE

AND THEY GO AND THEY COME AND THEY GO

ON MISSIONS AND WARS, TO COMFORT THE SCARRED

ON ORDERS THAT ONLY THEY KNOW.
 
 

IN THE MIDST OF THE CITY IS A RIVER

THAT COMES FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF GOD

THAT BEGINS AT HIS THRONE AND FLOWS TO HIS OWN

LIKE A RIVER OF CRYSTAL CLEAR BLOOD.
 
 

ON IT'S BANKS STAND SUCH MARVELOUS TREES

AND THEIR FRUIT GROW IN VARIOUS KINDS

AND THE PEOPLE DO MEET AND COME THERE TO EAT

FOR THE HEALING OF THEIR BODIES AND MINDS.
 
 

YOU NEVER SAW SUCH GLORY!

YOU NEVER SAW SUCH LOVE!

YOU NEVER SAW HERE ON THIS EARTH

WHAT'S WAITING THERE ABOVE!
 
 

THIS POEM COULD LAST FOREVER

AND I NEVER COULD RELATE

THE UN-ENDING WONDER OF HEAVEN

THAT EXISTS BEYOND THOSE GATES.
 
 

THERE IS NO HATE AND THERE IS NO HURT

NO MISERY OR PAIN

SUCH HAPPY PEOPLE WITH HAPPY FACES

AND THE JOY COMES DOWN LIKE RAIN.
 
 

THE FATHERS OF THE FAITH DWELL THERE

THE ELDERS AND THE TEACHERS

THE KINGS, THE PRIESTS, THE GREAT, THE LEAST

THE PROPHETS AND THE PREACHERS.
 
 

EVERYONE HAS A PLACE OF HONOR

(MAYBE NOT IN LIFE) BUT NOW

BUT NO ONE THINKS ABOUT HIMSELF

BUT AT JESUS' FEET, THEY BOW.
 
 

AND JESUS IS THE SUNSHINE THERE

HIS LIGHT FILLS EVERYTHING

IN THE PLACE PREPARED BEFORE THE BIRTH OF EARTH

WHERE JESUS IS THE KING.
 
 

THEN THE VISION ENDED AS VISIONS DO

IT FADED FROM MY EYES

BUT I CAN STILL SEE IT HERE IN MY HEART

THAT BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL PARADISE.
 
 

THE GLORY OF GOD AND THE SPLENDOR OF HEAVEN

I LONG FOR IT SO THAT IT MAKES MY SOUL CRY

OH, TO STEP ON THAT SHORE FOR JUST ONE MOMENT MORE!

WITH IT'S GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY.

 
 
 

THE END

 
 
 

by Rhonda Love Jackson November 18, 2002 2:30 a.m.